Thursdays had always been a great day for Mark. Not only was Thursday just one day from declaring another weekend, Mark had for years made them a workout night…a trail run with friends followed by cold beers at the locals pub. Generally home by 8 pm with a good buzz, Mark spent the remainder of the evening with his family. Perhaps the beers and the buzz were what led to the latest evolution of his tradition, cruising pornographic internet sites after his family turned in for the evening. His dabbling first consisted only of looking at pictures. He was amazed at the amount of porn readily available on the internet…literally anything and everything one might be interested in. While his interests were initially restricted to free sites where he could check out pictures and video clips, he soon stumbled onto chat rooms.

Mark is a fairly conservative guy and the chat rooms were more than he could initially comprehend. So many people typing real time to one another, at times inviting another to a private chat…it was very exciting to Mark to enter this “secret world.” Mark soon realized the benefits in creating a secondary, secret email and IM address so that his new chat friends could contact him in a manner he could easily conceal from his wife. Mark wondered how often he was really playing with a sexy woman, rather than an unattractive woman or even worse a man posing as a woman. Nonetheless, the chat rooms were a great outlet to explore sexual fantasies and tendencies that he sensed, or even knew, his wife would not be comfortable with.

Over the course of four or five years, Mark developed “online” relationships with three or four women. The relationships were all similar—they were limited primarily to online chat. They all were very exciting to Mark, he came countless times during those chats, but began to want more. Mark’s most recent playmate prior to Lindsey was “Cutiepie” from Ohio. Cutiepie was the first to convince Mark to connect with her telephonically, rather than only by keyboard.

Voice chat was a new dynamic that rekindled that crazy electricity within Mark–such an exciting, risky play. Cutiepie had a very sexy voice and an equally sexy mind. Cutiepie definitely had her own needs and sexual tendencies…one of her biggest turn ons was having her wrists ducttaped to a balcony and fucked hard from behind. She liked being used. But she was always attentive to Mark’s needs as well. They made each other cum hard during their conversations and equally enjoyed their time together.

Mark received a webcam from family for Christmas and quickly put it to a use for which it was not intended. Cutiepie was the first to watch Mark, at least below the shoulders, on web cam. Mark’s activities with Cutiepie had evolved to voice and video chat via Yahoo IM, all while his family slept just one floor above his head. Had his wife only known he was sitting in the home office nearly directly below her, stripped naked, stroking his hard cock as he talked so crudely and sexually to his online friend. Those conversations inevitably ended with his standing, positioning the camera to capture the full length of his cock, as he stroked it and came a massive pool of hot cum onto the smooth wood surface of the desk.

Mark was disappointed that Cutiepie never reciprocated by showing herself on camera and slowly their online relationship weakened. Mark was interested in the next level…finding a chat friend who was comfortable in front of a webcam just as he had become. He stumbled across a webcam site and decided to subscribe for three months, using his company credit card so that his wife wouldn’t see the charge. It was a fateful decision because it is where he met Lindsey.

“Ringggggg….Ringggggg”

Sexy: Hiiiiiii. I’m so glad you called. You made me so fucking horny. I need to hear you cum.

Mark: I think we feed off each other. My cock is throbbing. I want to put it in you for real, right now. I want to fuck you hard.

Sexy: Fuck me hard with it. Make me your slut.

Mark: I want to make you lick your pussy juices off my hard cock, then slide it down your throat.

With that, Mark groaned loudly into the phone as his hot jism rose through his hard cock and spewed all over, covering his stomach and chest as he lay on his back. Cum continued to leak out of the tip of his cock, covering his hand as he continued to grip his rod and slowly stroke it.

Mark: Damn Lindsey. You turn me on so much. I would love to be with you right now.

Sexy: Do it. Come see me.

Mark: What if I came to Oregon. Would you meet me for real?

Sexy: It doesn’t matter. We both know it would never happen.

Mark: Why not? If I can find a business reason to travel there it could happen.

Sexy: It won’t. You’re married, I’m married. You have kids, I have kids. We both have our lives. This is fun but that’s all it will ever be.

Mark: Look, I’ve never cheated, not even close. You’re the only person I’ve ever suggested this with.

Sexy: It’s hard for me. My husband is gone for months at a time. I don’t want to fuck either of our lives up. I have almost cheated while out dancing with my friends. I let a guy finger me while we danced. That was it.

Mark: Wow, for real? I love your appetite for sex babe.

Sexy: I do love to fuck. I must be part man. I think about fucking all the time. I had a short skirt on with no panties. I go without panties a lot.

Mark: You’re making me hard again.

Mark was completely taken by Lindsey, aka Sexy on the webcam site. She was first and foremost, very beautiful. Twelve years younger than him, she had medium length blonde hair, an infectious smile, perfect tits, and a very nice body to complete the package. She was very outgoing and playful with a great, dry sense of humor, and a massive appetite for sex. And not just sex…kinky, imaginative, wild sex. However, over the two or so years they had met online, they would talk not just about sex, but politics, culture, religion, economy and more. They genuinely clicked and their relationship had evolved from simple chat acquaintances to true friends. Mark knew that she was in a graduate study program, that her husband was in the military. It was very difficult for her to raise her children and study, almost as a single parent. The web site was a late night outlet for her, much like it was for Mark. Sex made her relax.

Mark: So you didn’t fuck him?

Sexy: No, I might have but my girlfriends rescued me.

Mark: I would have just taken you to the men’s room and fucked you before they had a chance to stop you.

Sexy: And have other men watch me fuck and suck you.

Mark: Would you want to be watched? Have them watch you be slutty for me?

Sexy: Fuckkkk yesssss.

Mark: I need to come to Oregon.

Sexy: We would go to a dark restaurant first. Get a booth, and let you finger me under the table. I’d rub your cock too.

Mark: I’d make you cum at the table. You’d have to bite your lip not to moan out loud. Then after dinner and drinks we would go to an adult store and get toys.

Mark: Then we’d go to my hotel room and play out all the things we’ve talked about together.

Sexy: I would meet you if you came to Oregon. But that’s all I can promise.

It was warm on the terrace of the small village home. The sun was setting but the sky was a firey color. Master stood next to me, the tips of Sir’s fingers were touching the small of my back.

Master’s hand moved up my back and ran through my hair and his hand gripped my hair tightly and I, his Kutiya (hindi for bitch) let out a soft moan from the unexpected, yet delicious touch. He used His grip in my hair to turn me toward Him. Pulling my head back, He brought His face close to mine and spoke firmly to me..

“Aaa.. My slut.. My bitch.. you are Mine and will be Mine in everyway from this moment forward.”

He stood pressed up against me, His hand still pulling my head back. I felt His mustache and the stubble of His day-old beard against my skin. My eyes closed, enjoying the feeling, and then I felt His teeth pressing and then biting into my shoulder and then neck…

I felt an instant wetness between my legs.. A desire.. a need that couldn’t be resisted.

His other hand moved over my face.. my neck.. down to my breast. His hand grabbed and kneeded my breasts.. one at a time. My nipples grew hard and He could feel them against His palm, even through the fabric of my blouse.

His deft fingers pinched my nipple.. hard. I felt Him growing hard against me. His hands moved over my breasts and then ripped open my blouse then slapping the top of my breasts. My hands reached out to touch Him but He pulled away and slapped me across my face, leaned in and spoke into my ear…

“Not yet My slut..”

His arms wrapped around me and I loved feeling His warmth against me.. the scent of His body.. the feeling of His solid self…

He unhooked my bra and pulled it over my shoulders then told me to take it off, which I did. He moved behind me then, and again, I felt Him against me.. His arms around me..

One by one He pinched and pulled my nipples.. Twisting them between His fingers, then put a clover clamp on each of my long, thick nipples. He then tied the string loops on each of them together. All the while I felt His cock pressed against my ass, growing harder and harder all the time. I reached back and ran my fingers and palm across His hard cock

My pussy was so wet and my mouth was watering. My fingers fumbled to open His trousers. I wanted.. NEEDED to touch His cock.. to feel it, taste it, be filled by it… I opened His pants and slipped my hands into His shorts..

The heat of His hard, thick cock in my hands, my fingertips rubbing His balls while my palms moved up and down the length of the shaft of His cock. I leaned my head back and kissed the underside of His chin and neck. He moaned which made me smile and encouraged me to continue. My tongue licking His neck.. softly nibbling His flesh

His cock began to leak slowly.. pre-cum.. Mmmmm

I pushed His pants down and I pressed my ass against His hard, leaking cock. I could feel the pre-cum through my skirt.. I felt His hands grab my ass. Suddenly He turned me around, With His hand pulling my hair, He moved me where he wanted me: Down on my knees before Him, I licked His cock and balls, slowly and intently.. enjoying every moment.

“Thats a nice place for my bitch to be at,” He said to me, as he watched me at His feet.

I sucked Him slowly into my mouth, my tongue licking His cock. I looked up at Him as I sucked His cock.. needing to see if I was pleasing Him. His hands were buried in my hair and I sucked faster, harder.. Pulling Him deeper into my mouth..

My face pressed against His belly as His cock filled my mouth and pressed against the back of my throat.

“Yessss,” he moaned, and began to fuck my mouth.

I could taste Him heavy in my mouth. I wrapped one arm around Him while the other played with His balls.

One of His hands was wrapped around my throat as my hand caressed His delightful ass cheeks, and He continued to fuck my mouth mercilessly.

I moaned with my mouth full of Him. My thighs were soaked.. nipples hard and clamped.. hands caressing His ass.. My mouth full of His cock..

Each time I moaned or groaned, He sighed… Sometimes affirming him pleasure with a low “yesss” or “fuck yes”.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t help moaning. The feeling of His cock in my mouth was too good to be resisted. I wanted desperately to taste Him..

I felt His balls begin to rise and twitch in my palm and knew He was close to cumming.

I took His cock deeeep in my mouth and throat, and swallowed. My throat closing on His cock again and again.. My tongue and lower lip rubbed and teased against His balls and the underside of his cock.. the shaft and glans.

I felt Him push deeper and then I felt it..

Felt Him cum.. and cum and cum and…

I felt Him flood my mouth with His hot seed. I swallowed Him sucking every drop of His cum.. licking His cock and running my lips over the shaft. My hand milked His of every last drop, lapping it up and then rubbing His cock all over my face.

I enjoyed feeling Him everywhere on me, and as I looked up at Him, I saw Him smile. I kissed the inside of His thighs.. my teeth grazing across their flesh and I heard Him moan a long “Mmmmmm”.

I loved the sound of Him moaning!

His hand still buried in my hair, was slowly rubbing my head.. Pulling my hair.. There on my knees before Him, with my head pulled back, He slapped me across my face then grabbed the string between the clover clamps on my nipples and pulled up.

I let out a yelp and a groan, and felt my body betray me.

A small gush released from my pussy and my body shook as I came. He pulled up harder and I moved to stand up, as He used the string to lead me.

The sun was nearly down. The sky was getting darker and stars were coming out.

He lead me a few meters away to a potting table littered with soil and pots and twine.

And rope.

He backed me up against the table, laying me back onto it. He reached over me and grabbed the rope and twine. He tied my wrists and secured them to the potting table, took the twine and smacked it over my skin with it. It was scratchy and pokey and left small red raised patches where it hit.

He moved to the side of the potting table, yanked on the clamps.. Once.. twice.. three times. Each time I groaned and the last time I squirmed and cried out.

“Yes, My lovely slave..” He spoke softly.

He put His hand around my throat and squeezed slightly, then slapped my face again. I looked into His dark eyes And there was a humor there.. and a hunger.

I wondered if you could see my own hunger for Him. He leaned over me and bit my breast.. Hard. Again I cried out but not just from pain but pleasure as well.

He bit again and again across my tits and belly. My skin was a map of red crescents. He reached into a box looking for something and came out with a long garden knife.

The skirt I had been wearing, I was still wearing. He ran the blade down the length of my upper body tracing over the impressions of His teeth on my skin and then sliced through the fabric of my skirt and then again through the thin fabric of my very wet panties.

Instinctually I closed my legs, but He took the twine and hit my legs hard with it..

“You look nice with fear, anticipation and desire,” He said, then ordered me to open them for Him.

Softly I replied, “Yes Master”.

I closed my eyes as I felt His hand on my thigh.. Touching the slick wetness.

The first smack came on my inhale but the exhale was broken and moaning, and then the second smack came eliciting a loud cry. The loud spank of His hand followed the twine and I squirmed again. I was unconsciously making a half moan, half cry that grew louder with each impact.

He pushed my knees open wide and told me in no uncertain terms to “Keep them open!”

He moved around the table, above my head and opened His trousers, pulled His cock out and rubbed it over my lips “Lick it, bitch”.

Of course I did, and with pleasure.

I felt His cock grow harder and harder as I licked it.. kissed it.. sucked it.. He pulled the clover clamps again and I half cried, half yelped.

Once He was nice and hard again He moved to the other end of the table, yanking the clamps as He worked His way around.

When He was at the foot end of the table I felt His fingers press into the inside of my thighs and I smiled knowing I’d carry His fingerprints with me for days to come.

He pushed my knees up to meet my chest and my ass rose up off of the table. I felt His cock slide between the long wet lips of my pussy and rub against my clit and then down to the pucker of my ass.

I sighed.. It felt so good..

Then His voice, loudly.. “Open your eyes My whore. Open your eyes!”

I opened them wide and was staring into His large, dark eyes.

“Finally I’m going to take what’s mine..” He said as I felt Him push His thick cock into my tight, virgin ass.

I cried out, trying to stifle it.. but a tear slowly made it’s way down my cheek and into my hair.

He fucked my ass slowly at first and then harder and faster. He leaned over and bit my lip and then came. I felt Him cumming inside of me as he buried his entire cock inside of my ass and flooded it with His seed. I cried out and He smothered my mouth with His.

He lay over me.. His cock still within me.

Sometime later He cut the rope off of me using the knife and helped me to sit.. then held me as we walked a short distance to a large patch of lush grass where we lay down. The cool grass held us asIt was warm on the terrace of the small village home. The sun was setting but the sky was a firey color. He stood next to me, the tips of His fingers were touching the small of my back.

His hand moved up my back and ran through my hair. His hand gripped my hair tightly and I let out a soft moan from the unexpected, yet delicious touch. He used His grip in my hair to turn me toward Him. Pulling my head back, He brought His face close to mine and spoke firmly to me..

“Aaa.. My slut.. My bitch.. you are Mine and will be Mine in everyway from this moment forward.”

He stood pressed up against me, His hand still pulling my head back. I felt His mustache and the stubble of His day-old beard against my skin. My eyes closed, enjoying the feeling, and then I felt His teeth pressing and then biting into my shoulder and then neck…

I felt an instant wetness between my legs.. A desire.. a need that couldn’t be resisted.

His other hand moved over my face.. my neck.. down to my breast. His hand grabbed and kneeded my breasts.. one at a time. My nipples grew hard and He could feel them against His palm, even through the fabric of my blouse.

His deft fingers pinched my nipple.. hard. I felt Him growing hard against me. His hands moved over my breasts and then ripped open my blouse then slapping the top of my breasts.

My hands reached out to touch Him but He pulled away and slapped me across my face, leaned in and spoke into my ear…

“Not yet My slut..”

His arms wrapped around me and I loved feeling His warmth against me.. the scent of His body.. the feeling of His solid self…

He unhooked my bra and pulled it over my shoulders then told me to take it off, which I did. He moved behind me then, and again, I felt Him against me.. His arms around me..

One by one He pinched and pulled my nipples.. Twisting them between His fingers, then put a clover clamp on each of my long, thick nipples. He then tied the string loops on each of them together. All the while I felt His cock pressed against my ass, growing harder and harder all the time. I reached back and ran my fingers and palm across His hard cock

My pussy was so wet and my mouth was watering. My fingers fumbled to open His trousers. I wanted.. NEEDED to touch His cock.. to feel it, taste it, be filled by it… I opened His pants and slipped my hands into His shorts..

The heat of His hard, thick cock in my hands, my fingertips rubbing His balls while my palms moved up and down the length of the shaft of His cock. I leaned my head back and kissed the underside of His chin and neck. He moaned which made me smile and encouraged me to continue. My tongue licking His neck.. softly nibbling His flesh

His cock began to leak slowly.. pre-cum.. Mmmmm

I pushed His pants down and I pressed my ass against His hard, leaking cock. I could feel the pre-cum through my skirt.. I felt His hands grab my ass. Suddenly He turned me around, With His hand pulling my hair, He moved me where he wanted me: Down on my knees before Him, I licked His cock and balls, slowly and intently.. enjoying every moment.

“Thats a nice place for my bitch to be at,” He said to me, as he watched me at His feet.

I sucked Him slowly into my mouth, my tongue licking His cock. I looked up at Him as I sucked His cock.. needing to see if I was pleasing Him. His hands were buried in my hair and I sucked faster, harder.. Pulling Him deeper into my mouth..

My face pressed against His belly as His cock filled my mouth and pressed against the back of my throat.

“Yessss,” he moaned, and began to fuck my mouth.

I could taste Him heavy in my mouth. I wrapped one arm around Him while the other played with His balls.

One of His hands was wrapped around my throat as my hand caressed His delightful ass cheeks, and He continued to fuck my mouth mercilessly.

I moaned with my mouth full of Him. My thighs were soaked.. nipples hard and clamped.. hands caressing His ass.. My mouth full of His cock..

Each time I moaned or groaned, He sighed… Sometimes affirming him pleasure with a low “yesss” or “fuck yes”.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t help moaning. The feeling of His cock in my mouth was too good to be resisted. I wanted desperately to taste Him..

I felt His balls begin to rise and twitch in my palm and knew He was close to cumming.

I took His cock deeeep in my mouth and throat, and swallowed. My throat closing on His cock again and again.. My tongue and lower lip rubbed and teased against His balls and the underside of his cock.. the shaft and glans.

I felt Him push deeper and then I felt it..

Felt Him cum.. and cum and cum and…

I felt Him flood my mouth with His hot seed. I swallowed Him sucking every drop of His cum.. licking His cock and running my lips over the shaft. My hand milked His of every last drop, lapping it up and then rubbing His cock all over my face.

I enjoyed feeling Him everywhere on me, and as I looked up at Him, I saw Him smile. I kissed the inside of His thighs.. my teeth grazing across their flesh and I heard Him moan a long “Mmmmmm”.

I loved the sound of Him moaning!

His hand still buried in my hair, was slowly rubbing my head.. Pulling my hair.. There on my knees before Him, with my head pulled back, He slapped me across my face then grabbed the string between the clover clamps on my nipples and pulled up.

I let out a yelp and a groan, and felt my body betray me.

A small gush released from my pussy and my body shook as I came. He pulled up harder and I moved to stand up, as He used the string to lead me.

The sun was nearly down. The sky was getting darker and stars were coming out.

He lead me a few meters away to a potting table littered with soil and pots and twine.

And rope.

He backed me up against the table, laying me back onto it. He reached over me and grabbed the rope and twine. He tied my wrists and secured them to the potting table, took the twine and smacked it over my skin with it. It was scratchy and pokey and left small red raised patches where it hit.

He moved to the side of the potting table, yanked on the clamps.. Once.. twice.. three times. Each time I groaned and the last time I squirmed and cried out.

“Yes, My lovely slave..” He spoke softly.

He put His hand around my throat and squeezed slightly, then slapped my face again. I looked into His dark eyes And there was a humor there.. and a hunger.

I wondered if you could see my own hunger for Him. He leaned over me and bit my breast.. Hard. Again I cried out but not just from pain but pleasure as well.

He bit again and again across my tits and belly. My skin was a map of red crescents. He reached into a box looking for something and came out with a long garden knife.

The skirt I had been wearing, I was still wearing. He ran the blade down the length of my upper body tracing over the impressions of His teeth on my skin and then sliced through the fabric of my skirt and then again through the thin fabric of my very wet panties.

Instinctually I closed my legs, but He took the twine and hit my legs hard with it..

“You look nice with fear, anticipation and desire,” He said, then ordered me to open them for Him.

Softly I replied, “Yes Master”.

I closed my eyes as I felt His hand on my thigh.. Touching the slick wetness.

The first smack came on my inhale but the exhale was broken and moaning, and then the second smack came eliciting a loud cry. The loud spank of His hand followed the twine and I squirmed again. I was unconsciously making a half moan, half cry that grew louder with each impact.

He pushed my knees open wide and told me in no uncertain terms to “Keep them open!”

He moved around the table, above my head and opened His trousers, pulled His cock out and rubbed it over my lips “Lick it, bitch”.

Of course I did, and with pleasure.

I felt His cock grow harder and harder as I licked it.. kissed it.. sucked it.. He pulled the clover clamps again and I half cried, half yelped.

Once He was nice and hard again He moved to the other end of the table, yanking the clamps as He worked His way around.

When He was at the foot end of the table I felt His fingers press into the inside of my thighs and I smiled knowing I’d carry His fingerprints with me for days to come.

He pushed my knees up to meet my chest and my ass rose up off of the table. I felt His cock slide between the long wet lips of my pussy and rub against my clit and then down to the pucker of my ass.

I sighed.. It felt so good..

Then His voice, loudly.. “Open your eyes My whore. Open your eyes!”

I opened them wide and was staring into His large, dark eyes.

“Finally I’m going to take what’s mine..” He said as I felt Him push His thick cock into my tight, virgin ass.

I cried out, trying to stifle it.. but a tear slowly made it’s way down my cheek and into my hair.

He fucked my ass slowly at first and then harder and faster. He leaned over and bit my lip and then came. I felt Him cumming inside of me as he buried his entire cock inside of my ass and flooded it with His seed. I cried out and He smothered my mouth with His.

He lay over me.. His cock still within me.

Sometime later He cut the rope off of me using the knife and helped me to sit.. then held me as we walked a short distance to a large patch of lush grass where we lay down. The cool grass held us as we looked up at the stars, a thin blanket pulled over us.

We lay in each others arms, kissing and touching and caressing.. We fell asleep in one another’s arms, and I woke up to His cock hard against me. He was still asleep as I stroked Him slowly then wrapped my legs around Him and slipped His hard cock into my already wet pussy and rode Him slowly.. He woke up buried inside of me.. My hands caressing His chest.. and kissing, licking and biting His ears, neck and lips.

I felt Him beginning to move under me. His hips pumping. The pleasure building again, faster and higher with each movement.

The climax came quickly.. unexpectedly. My back arched as the muscles in my body tensed and shook.. my skin flushing bright red. A flood released over His cock as he moved in a frenzy then exploded inside of me. I lay over Him.. His softening cock within me.. Our cum mingling together.. His arms around me and mine around Him.. Laying entwined in the grass in the cool night air on the terrace.

It all started in the summer of 1998, back in Cairns, Australia. Marriage is a fickle thing, and mine had fallen apart over perceived jealousy and the fact that she just wasn’t meant for me, or maybe I wasn’t meant for her. It didn’t really matter any more, she gathered her things on a Saturday morning, called her parents, they came to pick her up, and that was it. I never saw her again, and the only conversations I had were short and angry with her wanting nothing more to do with me.

Life sucked at the time. I had a good job, was earning decent coin, and kept doing it, because I had to do something. But, I was empty inside. I’d loved the girl, and she had taken my heart and ripped it out of my chest, stomped on it, then kicked it to the curb.

I needed balance, I needed something. I had a second tragedy within a month of the first. My best friend in town, a young man by the name of Jay, who had been suffering for a while from mental illness, decided that on his 18th birthday we’d spend the night drinking at my place. I enjoyed a nip of whiskey, and he liked coolers. His parents agreed, so I got a couple of quad packs for him and we spent the night watching movies, drinking, and enjoying company. His mind dissolved over the course of that night as bi-polar disorder flared it’s ugly real head. As I held him in my arms, I saw the young man I had known for almost 8 years disappear, to be replaced by a paranoid, delusional creature who thought he was some Biker Gang god who could do and be anything.

Jay died by his own hand eight years later, unable to handle the Bi-Polar issues.

I was alone, feeling more alone than before, I sought out Jay’s father, who was a Tai Chi Master, and we spent a few solid weeks with me doing some deep in depth training with him to find my inner balance and focus my turmoil. He was willing to give me as much time as possible, and at no cost to me, because of what I had done for his son, but that wasn’t fair to him, so I took what I needed from the training, and then allowed him to go back to earning his income from his school.

Tai Chi balance, an interesting thing. I still retain it. It taught me to look at the entire world as a series of circles and spheres. I was quick study, learning hand and leg movements, body position and posture, and how to relax and pretty must just let things flow around me, not stand in the path like most people, and then deal with getting slammed.

My loneliness was still intense, and I tried the club scene, but the two girls I hooked up with were only interested in a quick fuck, nothing long term. So neither relationship was even that satisfying.

Next step, the internet. I did my day job, now able to save money as I had no reason to spend it any more, and began hunting the internet for my interests. I had always had an enjoyment with spanking and sexual dominance, but not violent dominance, the mind fuck was much more interesting to me. The ability to dominate with words and concepts rather than brute strength.

I found some chat rooms that were kind of kinky, but they focused on Gorean lifestyle, which was odd and bizarre, the way those people had torn apart John Norman’s world and rebuilt it into a real life multifaceted sexual thing. Not my scene. Then I came across what would become my home online for the next two years, a spanking chat site.

A web site that sold spanking pictures, videos, and audio tapes, like many others, but this one also had a chat server attached to it for communities. I played with the java server, then loaded up a copy of MiRC and dove heard first into a conceptual fantasy world that engrossed and fulfilled my need for my own control.

Being in Australia, and not being interested in just a toss during the chat made me different from the hundreds of men who would log on daily. I talked, listened, healed myself, and helped others to heal and understand their own needs. I refrained from sexual things during the play, even during the fantasy spankings, I only focused on the spanking aspects, not ‘pulling out my cock and sliding it in’ type of thing that most of the online guys wanted to do.

I was better than that, I was TheOldDragon, a sage who knew a lot about everything, was very experienced with spanking all types of naughty women, and who was not wanting to grab an online sub and lock her up – I was free, so were they. Time online was time to be treasured and enjoyed with the group, not locked in a Private Chat for a toss session.

It did not take long before I was getting real life propositions. Those intrigued me more than anything else, girls were willing to take this fantasy into reality, and try and make it work?

I hooked up with an online by the name of Baybe, and after a few months, she decided to take the plunge from her dead-end life in Tacoma and flew to Cairns to be with me.

Waiting for her at the airport was an intense experience. Seeing her come off the place, blonde, a bit older than me, curvy all over, wearing the typical LBD that hugged her and revealing everything while still being decent. We got back to my place and within ten minutes she was stripped naked, had a properly red bottom, and my hard cock was buried to the hilt in a hot wet pussy that really wanted my cum.

Our relationship was fast, it was a rebound for me, but I needed it because it gave me a purpose again. I ended my job and travelled back with her to the US, setting up shop with a company in Redmond making signage, which is my trade. I was working under the table being not a citizen, and this was part of the plan.

Within a month she was openly cheating on me, and encouraging me to cheat on her. This was not a monogamous laureateship, she was an active swinger. I wasn’t really a swinger, but did play a little. The couple we had stayed with were also very much into spanking, and I had an opportunity to discipline and then use the other woman for my own needs. I spanked her, but it never felt right so I never did anything else, even as Baybe was being fucked by Spice’s husband in the other room.

Then we did a mock wedding, and that was when things really heated up. For the wedding, we invited people from the chat room to come out and enjoy the time with us. We ended up with a group of about 10 chatters who came down for the wedding of TheOldDragon and Baybe.

That was memorable. I met people who for a long time I had known virtually, and now it was reality. Some of the girls were afraid because they were IRL virgins, but really had an interest. I was able to explore that interest with one girl, who’s online nick was BadGirl.

Ahh BadGirl, my darling lass. You were so nervous when we met. Hiding behind Trevor from Scotland who gave me a wonderful split tawse just built for naughty girls’ bared bottoms. So very nervous, you knew you wanted the attention, but were so afraid to actually ask. It took some doing, but eventually, I stepped towards you, Trevor sidestepped, and you were face to face with what had been fantasy before.

I held out my hand, and you very nervously put yours in mine, then I gently, oh so gently, guided you away from the group that you were hidden behind. As they all slipped away, Willow whispering ‘Good Luck’ in your blushing ear, and before I think you realized it, we were alone, me sitting on a bed, and you standing in front of me, biting your lip so hard you did draw blood.

I gently pulled you towards me, so that we were lightly touching, my knees to your thighs, and I could feel you trembling. You were so nervous, this had been a fantasy for so very long, you were truly a spanking virgin, always wondered, but had never experienced it. I am so proud that you allowed me to initiate you into this D/S world so that you could then go back to Minneapolis and explore it there with your future boyfriends and partners.

You pulled away as I gently pulled you towards a sitting position on my lap and you did step back, not hearing a protest from me as you walked to the doorway, then you paused and looked back. I looked at you, and then held both my arms up, and you came back, into a warm hug that helped to begin to put you at ease.

My hands holding you as you sat on my lap, trembling with nervousness and some excitement. Not too sure what to do next but willing to let me guide you and lead you down the pathway to fulfilment. I slid one hand up to caress your face as you looked not quite at me, not wanting to meet my eyes, acting the sub, because you were still so very unsure. Like a doe in the sights, not sure if you would bolt or stay still.

I pulled you down and gently kissed you, which surprised you, because you did not expect romance out of me, your lips opened slightly and you returned the kiss with a touch of boldness, still not wanting to meet my eyes, so you kept yours closed.

I pulled your head gently down so that you were nestled against my shoulder, and I felt your warm breath down my back, then I whispered into your ear ‘You don’t have to do this, but I do think you want to, don’t you?”

I felt you nod, tentatively, then with more certainty.

I pushed you back slightly and made you look at me. “I need to hear you say it, BadGirl. I need to hear the words.”

You mouthed silently, then a single word ‘Yes.” escaped your lips and you buried your head in my shoulder again, letting your light brown hair cascade down to cover your face as I felt you sigh with anticipation and nervousness.

I nodded, and Willow pulled the door shut, closing us off from the rest of the party. She had been watching from around the corner as I calmed you down, I think you knew, and even if you didn’t at the time, she told you afterwards. You had always been safe, and nothing bad would happen to you in my hands. You slightly jumped as you heard the door click closed, but stayed wrapped in my arms, slowly breathing as I could feel your heart pounding as you pressed your breasts against my chest.

I gently pushed you back to a standing position, and then I also rose, letting my hands rest on your hips as I looked into your green eyes.

“If you want to stop, if this gets to be too much for you, just say my handle, and I will immediately stop. Do you understand?” You nodded, and just to be sure, I asked you to say it to me. You whispered ‘Tod.” and then I again kissed you to help reduce your turmoil even more.

We were much closer in age than Baybe and I were, your 27 to my 31. In another life, we might have become a couple, or even something more permanent. For now, this was to be a one time event, and that is where it was best left, as one glorious time that left only memories of kindness, exploration, and pleasurable pain.

My hands slid around to cup your ample bottom, as you were comfortably curvy, the way I liked my spanking girls, and you knew it well. I gave a gentle squeeze, and you jumped nearly out of your skin as another jab of reality struck home. Then, one hand slid around to the clasp of your jeans and I gently undid it. You looked at me with a question in your eyes, and I smiled at you as I slowly pulled the zipper down.

“Bare bottom, BadGirl, just like it always should be.” You smiled, a crooked and weak smile as you allowed for the jeans to open, exposing a pair of pink panties to my sight. I slid my hands into the sides of the jeans and slid them down to your knees, then sitting down, drew you face down across my lap before you could even take a good breath.

I just let you lie there, supported on the bed, legs wrapped in your jeans, bottom covered by a small pair of high cut pink bikini panties, your teal shirt slowly riding up a bit as one of my hands continued to gently rub your back, my other hand caressed your bottom as your breathing quickened, then you took a solid breath and blew it out, and I felt your weight settle on my lap as you finally acknowledged what was about to happen.

My hands kept busy, one roaming across your bottom as the other continued to caress your back and as they gently caressed and rubbed you, you continued to relax, only to draw in breath sharply as my fingers slipped into the elastic and your panties were pulled down to bellow your bottom cheeks, I was unable to pull them further because of your weight, and for the now, that was OK. They would come off fully later.

I felt it was time, and my hand slowly slid off your bare bottom, leaving it cold, you drew in a breath as my hand smartly cracked down, once on each bared buttock. You jumped and gasped. They were not hard smacks, but they were firm, as I was. You could clearly feel my hardness beneath your hip as my hand continued to warm your bottom, slapping your cheeks firmly and beginning to bring some colour to them.

As I spanked, you began to wriggle and writhe a bit, gasping at the sensations, and the panties managed to slide down to tangle around your jeans which had now managed to slide to your ankles. I paused and stood you up, your face red, breathing hard, and tapped your knee. You obediently lifted it and I unwrapped your jeans and panties from one, then the other foot, leaving you naked from the waist down, eyes moist but not tears, yet. Those would come soon, as you wanted them to. You were neatly trimmed, as you did not feel the need to actually shave, so a neat brown bush met my gaze as my eyes looked you over, then I crooked my finger and you came to stand right in front of me.

Both my hands rested on your hips, this time, my fingers pressed against warm buttocks as my thumbs held you in place. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on your stomach, which was plump, rounded, and stuck out from your shirt just a tiny bit. You smiled down at me, and I looked up at you.

“Are you wanting to continue, BadGirl?” I asked softly, my fingers gently pressing and kneading your warm bottom as I looked up at you. You nodded, and I pulled you closer, then you were over my lap again, but this time, I positioned you properly. Your legs were slightly apart, so that my hand could comfortably rest in between them, and you jumped as my other hand left the small of your back and gently cupped your breast, feeling it’s firmness through the thin t-shirt and bra you had worn.

“Breathe, my BadGirl, this is the part that girls don’t like, but they do grow to enjoy.” I said, then began to smack your bottom firmly, my hand stiff as iron as it began to slap firmly, raising colour and stinging in your bottom almost immediately. I squeezed your breasts as I spanked you firmly, and within a few firm slaps, you began to cry.

These were cathartic tears, you had not really done anything wrong, but what your body wanted, nay, demanded was this form of punishment, and then the reward that tended to follow. As my hand continued to bring a solid red blush to your nether cheeks with the occasional dip between to stroke your growing heat, your body shed some of the turmoil and pain as you let go and became a submissive girl, being spanked for no other reason than because you could be.

I steadily spanked with a basic rhythm, warming and colouring your bottom until I sensed you were nearing your limit, and then my pattern changed, beginning to spank closer to the cleft between your legs as my other hand began to gently knead the breast that it held contained. You began to wriggle your hips as the heat from your sore and hot bottom began to seep inwards, also bringing a sharp reality to what had only been fantasy before.

I began to caress your bottom, with only the occasional slap as I began to really focus on bringing you towards a conversion of the pain into pleasure. Within few moment, your legs were wide apart and my warm hand was between them, fingers massaging your lips and caressing the nub of flesh at the top as your nipple was stiffly promoting itself through your bra and shirt.

You gasped, then pushed yourself off my lap and knelt on the bed, almost panting, hair in disarray, face wet with tears and eyes glistening with arousal as your body processed the feelings and began to really feel the sexual burn from the spanking. You looked directly at me as you pulled your shirt up and off, then swiftly undid your bra and knelt, naked on the bed, in front of me.

As I was about to say something, your mouth found mine, and you pushed me down with a burst of aggressiveness as you had to see if all of the fantasy could become reality. Your hands fumbled then undid my belt and opened my slacks, pulling me free of the confines of the pants so that you could hold my stiffness in your hands like the prize you wanted it to be.

Breathless, you looked at me, then your head went down and you wrapped those lips around me, tongue already hard at work as you began to bob your head up and down, laving my shaft with your oral attentions.

You raised your head and licked around the head, then went down again, bobbing and laving all down my shaft. Then you were up again and sliding up my body, nipples and hair dragging across my chest until you were sitting on me, straddling my hips. I remained passive, this was your fantasy trip to reality, after all, you really were in charge. I caught your eye, and looked over at the table, where some condom packages sat, you looked, then ignored them and gripping the base of my shaft, pressed him home into your wet slot.

Now before everybody begins ragging on me about safe sex and protection and all that. You need to remember one thing, I was TOD, TheOldDragon, one of the most knowledgeable and respected people on the chat server, with good reason. I did not make mistakes. I gave advice freely, and my advice was without bias or judgement. I didn’t care if a snarky sub, bitchy Domme, or testy Top was asking me the questions, I replied to all of them the same way, with fact, not fiction.

BadGirl had spent plenty of time with me online, and had talked to most of the girls who I knew IRL in the Seattle area, so she really did know me. I also trusted her, like I trusted all the people I was with in this small community that we had developed. If she did not feel the need for a condom, then I knew that she was not going to let herself become pregnant, and that she was STD free. I was STD free, and I remain that way. I work carefully with my people, and with all of my relationships, even the flings, was either fully aware of the history, or condoms were used, without exception.

BadGirl was living her fantasy, and wanted it bareback, who am I to deny her that thrill.

31 years old, with a nearly orgasmic bbw 27 year old riding on my hard cock, my hands wrapped around her fleshy red buttocks, feeling the heat from them, feeling it as it seeped into her hot pussy and the slickness as she slammed up and down on me, driving herself towards a climax. I was self-taught in basic Tantra, so I was able to not only reduce my orgasm impulse, but stiffen myself and work my own muscles to caress her g-spot as she rode me.

As I expected, BadGirl came, all of a sudden, almost as a surprise to her. She stopped, gasping, then fell on me as I felt a flow of wetness from her nether lips wrapped round me and her sheath gripped me in convulsions as she pulsed.

I held her, allowing my stiffness to relax, but I was certainly not going to soften, and held her, rubbing her naked back and caressing the back of her head under her hair as her breathing slowed, then she came back to her senses and sat up on me.

“That was … amazing.” She breathed, and I chuckled. “Welcome to the world of spanking stimulation, BadGirl. I hope you are enjoying it.” She smiled, then wriggled her hips so my shaft moved a bit in her, and she began to bounce some more.

I felt it was time for a bit of dominance, so I rolled her onto her back, and took the missionary position, putting her arms up over her head so I was holding her wrists and with her legs now firmly wrapped around my waist, began to properly drive into her.

Now in a position where she had no choice but to enjoy, losing all control, she began to have small multiple O’s. Not earth-shattering, but body rippling, pussy slipping, breath gasping orgasms that kept her rolling until I felt the urge coming and this time pushed it through so that I surged into her, feeling myself swell, then spurting my seed into her as I pressed fully against her, feeling her still warm buttocks against my thighs and the dampness seep from between us.

I gently released her wrists and she tested them, making sure I had not hurt her, then I leaned back on my haunches and slid out of her, letting a bit of my semen spill out of her with a gasp from her at the loss of the full feeling she had.

I helped her to a sitting position and cuddled her as she chatted about what had happened. All her feelings and random thoughts coming out as she relaxed in the afterglow of her fantasy made real.

My darling BadGirl, you were a jewel. I thank you for the time you gave me and allowed me to share with you.

My next girl was also from the chat rooms, and was my almost soulmate until I met my angel. Boonie, or lil-boonie as she referred to herself.

An adorable young lass from the East US who is now a School Librarian. Never been touched, she was a 28 year old virgin when I began to chat with her, and she found a soul mate in me that she had never felt with anybody else. She had enjoyed spanking with a neighbour and some friends, but no proper sex, that was not permitted. Although she had permitted her friend to take her bottom so she could have that feeling known, and she had taught herself oral skills to please the man, but had never allowed penetration, until now.

My Boonie, we chatted on the phone, and talked over chat for months before she arranged to finally fly out to meet me. At Disneyland. I went down for a four day weekend to meet some of Baybe’s swinging family and see if there was any real chance of recovering the failing marriage. There wasn’t. In the time we were down there, she slept with three guys, including her cousin.

I met Boonie in a Denny’s at 11pm at night, because she flew in later than we did, and I was sitting there when she came in with her twin friends who had agreed to be her chaperones as her parents were very protective of their special little girl, even at her age, and she didn’t want them to think anything bad was going to happen; but she did plan, and her friends were fully aware of it, and in agreement that it was time.

She was exhausted, and nearly fell asleep as we sat there eating a late night snack, then I looked at her friends and said to them “I think Boonie can stay at my hotel, it’s just up here.”

The twins looked at each other, then at Boonie, who was sitting between them, anticipating and excited, but also very tired, and agreed. They got up, and she slid around to sit by me, cuddling into my arm as the two girls bade us good night with a promise to meet them at the Disneyland gates by noon tomorrow.

We sat for a few more minutes, then Boonie pressed against me and yawned heavily, she was really exhausted. A cross-country flight will do that to you. I quickly paid the tab, then helped her to her feet and picking up her small bag, walked with her back to the hotel and up to my room.

Boonie, you were so demure and innocent, you knew what you wanted, but were still nervous about what was going to happen and I wanted to be so very careful. You wanted me, and I knew that I wanted you as well, but you were virgin, I needed to be so very careful to make sure this first time was so special you would only know pleasure, no pain.

You earned and deserved that alone, for the time you gave me, and I am so pleased that I managed to give you the pleasure you wanted.

You blushed as I took charge and walked you over to the bed, then sat down and lifted the t-shirt off, exposing your breasts to my gaze, as you had no need of a bra, small, flat breasts with little cherry nipples and tiny pink aureola. I undid the belt and unclipped the button on your shorts, and with a helpful wriggle, they were down and off your feet quickly, leaving you in just a pair of white panties.

I left those on, and then looked at you. “I think we both need a shower, then we can sleep.”

You nodded, and allowed me to lead you into the en suite. I turned on the water and set it to quite warm, then swiftly undressed until I was just down to underwear as well. You were so adorable, eyes everywhere except on my erection, even though you kept sneaking glimpses at it.

I had you put your hands on my shoulders as I slipped your panties down, exposing you fully to my gaze as I looked upon your nakedness. As you knew what a sub should be, you were fully shaven, you had been doing that for months, I recalled. Liking the little girl feeling, the innate naughtiness, and also the submissive feelings that it gave you to remove your adult hair for a possible master.

I gently turned you around and had you step into the cubical so that the water cascaded down around your head and shoulders, your close-cropped black hair spatting into wetness, rivulets of water running down your compact body as you felt the warmth and heat from it. Then I was naked and in the shower with you. You still refused to look at my erect cock, even though you wanted to, but it was improper for a young southern lady to do such things, even as we were about to do something most improper.

I took some liquid body wash and gently lathered you up from neck to groin, having you turn slowly and washing your entire body down from the long flight, letting my fingers linger over your most sensitive parts, lightly rubbing and slippery pinching your nipples, then gently caressing your stomach and below, making your breath quicken.

You were too demure to wash me, which was OK, I quickly washed myself, but took your hand and placed it on my cock, and you held on, firmly, still looking st my chest rather than what your hand was holding, occasionally looking into my eyes with a furtive glance. I had us both get out of the shower and turned it off, then taking a couple of towels, thoroughly dried you, making sure every inch was dry from the water, then taking another towel, dried myself, and walked naked with you back into the main room where the bed was.

I walked you right over to the bed, then stopped you and sat down, pulling you against me, so that we remained, touching intimately, two naked adults, me sitting, you standing, feeling the light pressure of your breasts against my chest, you feeling my hardness pressing against your legs and crotch as it made it’s presence known. You looked at me, then I leaned forward and gave you a gentle kiss. You pressed into the kiss, nervously, unsure, never really having kissed anybody properly before.

I kissed you tenderly, nibbling your lips and then gently broke the kiss, one of my hands caressing your head and check, the other firmly planted on your trim backside, holding you against me.

“Are you ready, my girl?” I asked you tenderly. You shook your head with a small smile. “No, but I want to do this. I trust you.”

I kissed you again then pulled you down onto my lap, so my hardness now pressed against your thigh. One hand now resting on your hip, the other gently rubbing your breasts as you continued to explore kissing.

During a pause in the kissing, you found yourself being laid back down on the bed, with a towel under your hips, then I was lying beside you as the kissing continued. You were tense but excited. Wanting but wary.

My fingertips slipped down to your stomach,then went lower, brushing the top of your mons, then lightly rubbing your lips, which were slippery with anticipation. You put a hand down as a token defence, only to have it gently but firmly moved away as I continued to explore your most private places.

As my fingers kept up their busy work, gently caressing and sliding up and down your slit, getting you wet and more excited, my other hand firmly now held both wrists and my mouth was busy kissing your neck and behind your ear, which for you was an intensely erotic place.

You were already wet when we started, I bought you to a climax quickly, and you came, bucking against my hand, straining against my restraining grip as your body released it’s tension. I continued to rub your clit and caress you, bringing you through your orgasm and back down to the reality we had chosen together.

The nervousness came back when you felt me shifting your legs further apart and you knew what was going to happen next. I released your wrists and you watched as I took a tube of KY jelly, then put a copious amount on my hard cock, lubing it up as much as possible, then my wet fingers also stroked your slit and as you gasped, my fingers lubricated the opening into your body, rubbing KY all around your entrance and some just inside.

Your hands went to my forearms as I got into position over you, and you closed your eyes, only to open them again as I paused, the head of my cock pressing against your virgin opening.

I kissed you, deeply, passionately, as you felt my hardness split you open and begin to fill you. You whimpered as I pressed against your hymen, but you pressed into the kiss, and I felt your hips press upwards slightly as well. With a firm motion, I pushed past it, muffling your yelp with my mouth as we continued to kiss, and then was in you, fully and deeply, pressing my body against yours as the full length of my shaft filled you, the wiry hairs at my base tickling your shaved pubis.

I lay like that for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of your intense tightness as you became accustomed to the feel of a man inside you properly. Then I began to slowly move, sliding out and then back home, pushing my hips to give some movement, but not a lot, this was a gentle coupling, gentle like my Boonie was gentle.

You began to move your hips as well, your body knowing what it wanted, even as your eyes remained closed, tears leaking from them as your emotions conflicted over what had happened. You were a southern belle, never really been kissed. Now you were a woman, after 28 years. Not married, making love to a man who you could never marry, enjoying a ‘dirty’ weekend with somebody you travelled cross the entire country to do this with so your parents would never find out. We made love the only way we could, with passion and tenderness.

I finally came into you, after you had reached two more climaxes with me firmly embedded in your depths, then I finished and unloaded my own seed into your body. After, I would not allow you to get up to clean up, bathroom only, then come back to the bed and curl up beside me, the evidence still on your thighs and buttocks, of our coupling and your lost innocence. You cuddled against me tightly, bottom pressed against my groin hard, my arms wrapped around you holding you in a tight embrace, and we slept.

Disneyland was fun, the best trip I ever had. Splash mountain was the best experience. Sitting behind my Boonie, hands firmly on her hips as the log ride spun and rushed round corners, up and down the flumes, rushing around. Boonie laughed as my hands slid under her shirt and gently cupped her breasts but did nothing to stop me, although I did withdraw my hands as the big drop came, because they took photos and it would not do for a photo to possibly end up back east for them to see their daughter having a strange man groping her on the ride.

After the day, back to the hotel, for another shower to wash off the sweat, then you wanted the spanking from me that was almost as much of a need as the lovemaking. I slapped your trim bare bottom firmly, smacking you all over your small backside, bringing colour to it even as you wriggled in discomfort. You had no real experience to process this pain into pleasure, so I was determined to help your body begin to process the emotions properly, as a woman should be able to do.

With my other hand gently caressing both breasts, rubbing nipples into an erect state, I pressed your legs apart and continued my spanking, fingers dipping in between as I did, teasing you and beginning to awaken lusts.

The spanking continued, bringing a pink flush to your bottom as my hand firmly slapped all over it, bringing a solid warmth and pink colour to your cheeks. Then I laid you on the bed and lifted your legs so that you held them under your knees, and I gave more attention to your bottom in the diaper position, so that my fingers could easily caress you intimately as your bottom continued to flush with colour and begin to take on a proper red shade.

It had begun to really hurt, despite the erotic caresses, and you began to kick and shift your legs, unable to handle the pain, so I stopped, pulling you up against me in a solid hug, and stroked your hair and cheek, giving you the affection that was important for any sub to know that despite the trial she had gone through, she was loved.

You had not cried yet, but then you began to, all of a sudden, shedding tears quietly, you were not a noisy girl by any means, and you quietly cried, holding on to me, naked, in my lap, as you cried, feeling safe, feeling protected, knowing that you were loved, knowing that this was what you had wanted and were getting it fulfilled, and that nothing would happen that you did not want to happen.

Your lips found mine and you kissed me with a passion that was not surprising, as the heat finally reached your pussy, slowly bringing it awake and letting the rest of you know, there was a purpose to the pain. I kissed you back, my hands caressing your breast and also rubbing your bottom as you sat on my lap, feeling the heat I had put there as you began to wriggle your hips against the fire slowly beginning to build in your loins.

Laying you back on the bed, my hands roamed all over you as my lips followed, kissing your neck, breasts, nipples, stomach, then my lips brushed your mons and found your small clitoris, then gently kissed it, making you gasp and writhe.

I gently kissed it, then kicked it as well, letting my tongue caress it in every direction, then I moved down and licked your lips and allowed my tongue to slightly move around the entrance to your vagina, making you gasp again and you pushed me away, unsure of the feelings I was bringing up.

“You didn’t want that, it was not part of your interest, although it felt good, it was not what you had imagined, and as a result, was not on the books for this weekend. You quickly scurried down and took me in your hands, the first time since we had become intimate that you got a good look at my package. Your hands were inexperienced, your mouth not much better, but bless you, me girl, you tried. You kissed all over, your tongue working overtime as you licked me frantically, then you took me into your mouth, licking and sucking noisily as you tried to do the right thing orally, to get me excited. It wasn’t necessary and after a little while, I pulled you off and gently laid you on your back again with a soft kiss.

You had almost instinctively spread your legs slightly when you laid back, and I took the opportunity to lay on you and slide into you gently, this time there was no extra lube, just your moistness and my excitement. I slid into you, then with a firm kiss on your mouth, slid fully into you, making you gasp as your almost virgin pussy expanded to accept me. I am not a big man, but decently thick, so I stretched you as I slid into you.

We fucked slowly but steadily, your legs slowly lifting up then wrapping around my waist as I slid in and out of you, your body responding to the movement as the excitement built inside of you, bringing you to a peak of pleasure that was heightened by your still very sore and red bottom.

I rolled and ended up with you on top, not what you expected, but as my hands were a firm grip on your hips, you knew that I was still in control, so the submissive role was still maintained. I lifted you slightly, so that you slid up along the length of my shaft, then you settled down on your own, eyes widening as you felt the full sensations that your action had done. You did it again, then again, trying to move faster, but my hands held you firmly and guided the pace.

I felt you begin to contract, and watched the skin flush occur as the orgasm began to peak in you, seeing the reddish blush rise in your chest and sweep up to your neck as you gasped and I felt the muscular contractions. I pulled you down hard on me as you hit your peak, you crying out softly and I quickly finished as well, spurting into you, helping you to continue the orgasm as I completed you for this time.

You snuggled up to me afterwards, not wanting to get up, ignoring the slightly uncomfortable feeling as my seed slid out of you, and we enjoyed the afterglow of the coupling. Then, another shower, and off to dinner.

That night, you wanted me to take you fully, which meant using you anally. This was the last part you wanted to have happen, and you actually wanted this first, as your deflowering had been too scary, but with me, you allowed me to take charge as the trust had been built so strongly that you felt totally at peace and there was no concern at all.

More KY jelly, this time after a long massage, where you lay naked on the bed, and my gentle hands rubbed, kneaded and caressed your entire body, front and then back, relaxing you, easing tension, and then I began to focus my attention on your bottom, kneading and working your cheeks as my fingers rubbed and caressed the cleft between your cheeks, lightly touching both your anus and pussy from behind, then continuing to massage you and keep relaxing you.

I took some jelly and began to rub it around and then gently, pushed it into your anus, allowing for you to relax and get used to my finger in you to the first joint, then I put more jelly on and added a second finger, gently moving them in and out. More jelly made movement easier as you expanded to accommodate me, and then I put a good dollop on my cock, rubbing it around to coat me fully, and shifted position so that I was at the entrance.

With a gentle but firm pressure, I slid into your tight back passage, you gasped and wriggled as my thick cock slid into you, but your well-lubed passage was prepared and I slid into you fully without much difficulty. You groaned as your anus stretched to accommodate my thickness, as well as my weight pressing down onto your hips and lower back.

Now that I was in you, I began to move, slowly but firmly, and you felt the feelings rise again, this time, more submissive sensations, you were being taken by your Dom, the way he wanted to, and you had no choice but to enjoy it, or suffer.

I rolled you onto your side, still deep in you, and you curled into an almost foetal position so that my arms could hold you fully, one firmly gripping your hips, the other holding your breasts and roughly pinching your little nipples as I continued to slide in and out of your bottom.

Your anus was very tight, and it did not take too long before I felt the urge to climax, knowing that I was not going to be able to hold it back, however, this was also part of what was your expectation, you cumming while I was using your bottom was not expected, you wanted to be dominated in this position, not pleasured. You wanted to be taken and used, and so you were. I came in you, filling your bowels with a load of sperm as I held you tightly enough against me to leave bruises on your hips.

After Disneyland, Boonie went back to the East Coast and although contact was maintained, it eventually began to fade as she found her new life, and my focus shifted to two new submissive girls in my life.

I had been mentoring a young lass by the handle of Londonkitty for about a year as she explored the D/s world with various different men, when she decided to make the decision to meet me. Although nothing overtly sexual happened, it was a series of encounters that left me satisfied and which I do cherish for the knowledge I gathered and for the pleasure I supplied her.

We’re quite possibly never going to meet IRL, that’s one of the reasons why we’ve been able to be so candid with each other, why we’ve never felt any need to hold back. No shame, no hypocrisy. The geographic distance is not the true reason, a mere two-hour drive wouldn’t have kept us apart, but the social pressures would make impossible anything but, at most, the very occasional tryst.

It was she who contacted me, complimenting me on some novels of mine that she’d read (published under another nickname on another site) and asking for critique on a novel she’d written herself. Literary advice quickly turned into personal questions about me, I told her about my dead marriage and how my writing was actually my escape into fantasies where I could live out what I wasn’t getting in real life. She, in turn, freely gave insights into her life, sharing thoughts, asking for advice. Still, we both know it can’t be. The age difference is too great. Had she contacted me a mere couple months earlier, I would have been three times her age. As it happened, she turned 19 first and that gives you a bracket on how old I am as well. So not only am I married with children her age, but I’m also older than her father. More like her father’s boss, in fact; both in age and in profession. Which, in a fantasy relation like ours, can be a thrill but would just bring too many problems to the table in real life.

Nevertheless, we’ve become cyber-lovers. The worry that she’d be some guy masquerading as a girl, was quickly quashed by a candid photo of a slender topless girl holding a handwritten note with my nickname on it. Her concerns that friends had had their nude pictures leaked all over the ‘net, were assuaged when I sent her pictures of myself. Yes, who would be interested in nudies of a middle-aged guy like me? Answer: Anna! That’s not her real name, of course, but it’s the nick she used when she first contacted me and it’s stuck, both in my mind and in my mail app which still tags her letters with that name.

Body pictures grew to voice calls over Skype (still using anonymous accounts), sharing our real first names and finally full names. The day when I sent her a full-body fully dressed picture of myself in front of the BBQ, she replied with a full mirror self-portrait with her skirt lifted and panty pulled aside to show her shaven pussy. The contrast between her youthful face with careful makeup and the brazen flashing of her cunt, was thrilling, to say the least.

She has an exhibitionistic streak that I find has brought out something similar in me. She also gets excited by embarrassing or humiliating situations, which has led to some thrilling games between us as well to my sending her pictures I would previously never have even considered taking. We’ve shared fantasies, discussed turnons and -offs, worries about impotence (me) and about contracting some STD (her!). I’ve told her about past lovers, bi experiments and threesomes back in the 70′s and 80′s, she has asked me for advice about potential new boyfriends, then rejected them (the boyfriends, not my advice) on the grounds that they weren’t “dirty” enough, but she still carefully maintains a wholesome façade, keeping her “secret slut” side under check to avoid any bad reputation in the small mining town where she still lives. She wants to move away from there and go to university soon, but it’s a big step and the cost is a worry. And, since she’d be going to one of the college towns and not to the state capital where I live, it wouldn’t make our relationship any easier. I’ve become her “porn mentor,” her “smutfather,” she my “dirty goddaughter”. We’re a pair of attention-whores egging each other on and enjoying it immensely. My one regret is that I’m not 30 years younger. Or even 20. Then I would have swept her up and away without a look back. But on the other hand, 30 years ago I wasn’t the man I am today and if me-then had met her-now, I would probably have been one of the “not dirty enough” rejects, IF I’d even made it to the tryouts.

So, that will have to do as introduction. There’s more, lots more, but re-counting it here in this intro would get tedious and, who knows, might spoil some future installments in the saga. I understand if you’re now shaking your head and smirking over what a fraud you believe me to be. That’s all right. I wouldn’t believe this story myself if I’d read it on the net and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to prove it to anybody. Believe what you will. I hope you will enjoy it anyway. Oh, and one more thing. I’m not posting this under “age play,” despite our difference in age. This is my choice, based on how the age gap is more of an obstacle to us than a thrill. Sure, we can play on it at times but that’s secondary. Our strong connection, having become “soulmates” despite the distances between us, is the key. And since it’s all cyber; mail, chats, phone and video, I’ve chosen “Letters and transcripts” as more appropriate.

And one more thing. A while back, i sent her two “Clone-a-Willy” casts of my cock. Look them up on the net if you don’t know what they are.

That, then, brings us up to last week. I was sitting at work, bored, with a half-hour until next meeting leaving too little time to do anything useful and not even any company email to deal with, so I turned on my personal tablet and logged on to our chat. She was already online and pounced immediately.

Anna: “I read that new story of yours. It was long but really good. I’d planned on reading it in chunks since I was tired but I just couldn’t stop.”

Me: “I guess ‘impossible to put down’ is just about the best praise an author can get. “

Anna: “Yes, exactly. You have such a wonderful dirty imagination.”

Me: “Dirty imagination is my middle name!”

Anna: “Yes, I’ve noticed. I like it! “

Anna: “I’m horny.”

Anna: “From reading”

Anna: “It’s your fault.”

Anna: “I’m in bed right now, playing with my nipples. They’re stiff.”

Anna: “I need cock!”

Me: “I can’t GIVE you any real cock.”

Me: “I might be able to SHOW you one.”

Anna: “Ooh, I like that.”

Me: “But I can’t run video and chat at the same time on my tablet so you will have to talk to me instead.”

Anna: “Of course. You mean there’s a chance later?”

Me: “Handicap toilet.”

Anna: “You’re insane! Is your meeting at 2?”

Anna: “My Mom is still at home.”

Me: “Oops, that complicates things.”

Anna: “She’s getting ready to leave in a few minutes, though.”

Me: “OK. Date?”

Anna: “YES!!”

Me: “Can you ‘warm me up’ while we wait? Those stiff nipples, for example. I’ve never seen any closeups of them. Before, while you’re pinching one (hard!), after…”

Anna: “You want me to try and show later? On video?”

Me: “No, now! Pictures.”

Anna: “Sending two now. Very little difference, though.

(I received two closeups of a nipple. Quite stiff in both pictures. She’d been telling the truth about them already being stiff.)

Me: “Mmm, there is some difference. Looks good. Can I taste?”

Anna: “I’d love you to.”

Me: “I think I will find it hard to resist biting. Or at least nibbling.”

Anna: “Which dildo do you want me to use? You have a choice of five.”

Anna: “1 Largest yellow with weaker vibration. 2 Smallest white, hard, without vibration. 3 White with jelly tip. 4 Perfectly shaped cock in latex, but no battery for the vibrator, or 5 his darker brother, slightly softer and no vibration.”

Me: “I want to see Willy1. In your ass!” (Note: Willy1 is the first cast of my cock, by-the-book with a simple “bullet” vibrator inside, but she’d forgotten to get any battery for it. Willy2 is a darker dildo made from the same mold but without vibrator so instead I’d endowed him with a 6ga curved barbell stainless steel piercing which I’d originally worn in my own PA piercing until the weight of it caused the piercing to migrate so I’d had to give it up. Since there was no hard vibrator core, Willy2 never quite hardened all through and was slightly soft, somewhat like a cock after you’ve come but before it has shrunk.)

Me: “Do you have time to soften up and prepare for that?”

Anna: “Doubtful. How much time do you have?”

Me: “Not much. In that case I’d rather focus on showing off for you and you telling me what you want to see. Maybe I can get to see your face as you come. That’s a dream of mine.”

Anna: “OK, I promise to show you.”

Me: “Am I weird for getting as turned on by your face as by your pussy?”

Anna: “Haha, no. It makes me a little embarrassed, actually. And you know what that feeling does to me!”

Anna: “Will you be wearing your headphones?”

Me: “Yes, I’ll listen but I won’t be able to speak. That might attract attention.”

Anna: “No, I understand that. I’ll ask yes/no questions at most.”

Me: “I can’t show my face and cock at the same time so I’ll make thumb-up or -down signs to reply.”

Anna: “Yes, that will work. How dirty do you want to be?”

Me: “What do you want? I can hardly undress completely so it will at most be pants around my ankles and shirt unbuttoned.”

Anna: “I want to be as dirty as possible.”

Me: “Let me know when you’re alone.”

Anna: “She’s about to leave right now.”

Anna: “Do you want to see all of me? I can, like, put my computer on my chest of drawers.

Me: “Hard for me to see details on my tablet. But do whatever is most exciting for you. I want to seen you HORNY!”

Anna: “Call me now!”

At this point in time, the chat transcript ends. I went to the bathroom, locked myself in and turned on the video call. The handicapped toilet has a washbasin, real walls floor-to-ceiling and a proper, lockable, door so the risk of anyone seeing me was minimal. As I dropped my pants to the floor and started unbuttoning my shirt, in was met by the sight of Anna nude on her bed, lying on her side, knees pulled up and her ass towards me. Her hand was moving something dark brown in and out of her ass. Willy2! My cock started swelling in my hand as I held it and played with it. Anna turned to her back, legs spread to show one hand holding the other cast of me, Willy1, moving in and out of her pussy while her first hand was still reaching behind her, ass-fucking herself with Willy2. Before my eyes, she threw her head back in total abandon, moaning loudly with each breath and double-fucking herself violently with the two replicas of my cock.

I, for my part, stroked my real cock in front of the tablet’s camera where I’d propped it on the washbasin, but I wasn’t sure if she actually saw me. What I saw of her face was contorted, eyes closed, as she pounded her cunt and ass with my cocks. As her moans increased in speed and strength, she moved the hand from her ass to play with her clit while leaving the one dildo still buried in her ass and hammering her pussy ever harder with the other.

Her moans increased further as I saw her rapidly approaching her orgasm. I, too, sped up my hand and as she thrashed on her bed in a powerful orgasm, I shot my seed into my cupped left hand, holding it close to the camera for her to see. As her spasms subsided and she fell back on the bed, she took a couple quick breaths and then sat up to grab her computer, bringing her face into full view of the camera. Whispering, she said something I couldn’t hear (why did she whisper when she was alone and I was wearing headphones? I will have to explain to her that a proper Domme gives her orders in a firm and clear voice!) but I knew from her glance at my hand and the hungry look in her face what she wanted.

Picking up the tablet with my right hand so I could move my sperm-covered left hand into view and raise them both close to my face, I looked at her and then I bent to dip my tongue in the collected semen. Her angelic smile when she saw me lick at my own sperm, was incredibly satisfying to me and I smiled back as I put the tablet down to give her a brief glimpse of the amount of sperm I washed into the sink, before disconnecting the video call, returning to the chat.

Anna: “You’re the best.”

Anna: “Thanks!”

Me: “No, YOU’RE the best. I don’t think you understand what you do to me. FOR me!”

Me: “I have to go to my meeting now. Snowball-kiss and creampie-licks. We’ll hook up again tonight.”

As you probably have seen by now, dear reader, Anna has re-awakened desires in me from my own experimental youth in the 70′s and 80′s where I tasted cock, swallowed sperm and licked my own cum out of my then-girlfriend’s pussy. This excites Anna immensely. If we ever do meet IRL, against all odds, we have woved to share my sperm in every conceivable way; snowball kisses after I’ve come in her mouth or me licking it out of her cunt or ass to share with her in deep kisses. The mere thought makes my cock stiffen in my pants as I write this.

The epilogue came the same evening, when I came online to be met by this email from Anna.

“Hey, you. I have to confess something quite funny (I hope you agree) and embarrassing that happened. I believe and hope that you heard clearly when I came, with both your dildoes in me. It was the strongest kind of orgasm I can have. (Note: She has told me how she can have orgasms of different intensity, where after the weaker kind she can come again in just a few minutes but the stronger type leaves her drained for much longer.) I would not have been able to come again afterwards. My entire body tensed and I didn’t notice anything at first. I was completely lost in the rush and at the same time I saw you come. After we had disconnected, I saw that Willy2 was half. I had tensed so much that it had been cut off… Talk about a combination of a tight ass, soft dildo and possibly a strong sphincter, that gave me a bit of a chock. So I had to use two fingers to get the other part out.

(Accompanying this is a photo of the two halves of my cloned Willy, looking to the world very much like two turds, the part that had been trapped inside her all flattened out, possibly in a cast of the inside of her colon. The two balls at the end of the curved barbell barely showing in the mass of crunched-up latex. With the photo a caption says: “Oops, what if it had been your cock in my butt instead of the dildo? “)

The good part in it all is that at least you got to see when it happened. Otherwise you might have wondered what had been going on, if I’d just written to you about it some day. I’m afraid he’s beyond repair. The shape is completely gone so all that can be salvaged is the piercing. I would, of course, have preferred to keep Willy2 around, but it was a tiiiny bit comical. Hope you find this a little entertaining.

I wrote back: I have in some fantasy (loosely based on my few real-life experiences in the area) written about anal fucks where “her sphincter squeezed my cock so hard, my glans swelled up inside her and felt like it would explode.” Talk about prophetic!

Would I like to try that out for real with her? Are you kidding? Who do I have to kill?

The next step is for me to figure a way to remote-guide Anna to drill (yes, drill!) a PA hole for the curved barbell in Willy1. She’s adamant that she wants it and thrilled that it’s a piece of jewellery that I’ve actually worn for real in my cock. She certainly knows how to make a man feel good.

I hope to have many more exciting transcripts and calls to share with y’all.

I couldnt believe I was staring at a picture on my computer of my 18 year old babysitter’s naked pussy.

Leaning back behind my desk in my home office, maximized on my monitor, was a picture of Candice lying on her back nude with her legs spread, and a perfectly shaved, glistening pink pussy pointed at the camera. Wow. I mean — wow.

It was the second of the fifteen pictures that I’d opened. The first pic, ME, had a nice smiling photo of her sitting on the bed wearing a bra and panties. And, of course, not just any bed — MY BED. Well, my wife’s and mine. Stunned at discovering fifteen .JPGs in a folder marked “PICTURES,” which of course I hadn’t put there myself, I raced to open the picture named PUSSY.JPG. And there was that teenager’s cunt.

I closed the photo and hit “OPEN,” and looked at the other names of the pics in the folder. TITS. TITS2. FINGERSINSIDE. PUSSYCLOSEUP. ASS1. ASS2. TOPLESS. Holy shit it was a smorgasbord of porn, and our two-door-down neighbor’s daughter was the chef.

Clearly, she’d taken the photos in my — our — bedroom sometime when the kids were asleep. I couldn’t wait to see the rest. There were a particularly enticing couple of them that I opened first — DILDO1.JPG. And if this miracle wasn’t enough, there was a photo of Candice spread on MY bed stuffing her cunt with MY WIFE’S dildo. I mean are you serious? OK, technically, Jeanine hadn’t used her dildo (as far as I knew) for a few years. Honestly, the only action I know it’s seen has been the couple of times I brought it to rendezvous with chicks I’d first met on the Internet. But it did my heart proud to see Candice putting it to good, deep, wet use.

Ok, it’s not just that I found on my computer Candice’s nude pics of her fucking herself on my bed. You have to know Candice (and, right now, I’m sure you’re wishing you did). She’s, well, a prude. She always wears loose, baggy sweatshirts or blouses, nothing form-fitting ever, she has thick-rimmed glasses, keeps her hair pulled back behind her head. I swear, until I saw that first nude photo of her, I had no idea she had such above-average proportions — looks like 34b or 36c chest over maybe a 26 or 28 inch waist and 36 or 38 inch hips.

(When I pulled up ASS2.JPG, I got to tell yes indeed, it was a nice round butt.)

But her, um, prudishness is perfect. My wife first used her about five years ago, and in the last year since Jeanine has been saying late at the office for presentations and doing overnight trips to Corporate headquarters, I’ve had to fend for the kids myself most of the time. Working out of the house helps, but Candice has been making good money playing pseudo-mom for an hour or two each day, or for a few hours when I have to go out too. (Ok, “have to go out” means, have somewhere else to be, you know, get it?)

So, it being late and the kids were asleep, and wife was on her way home, I raced to pull out my cock and I stroked off to a powerful orgasm staring at Candice’s body. I put everything else out of mind and just stared at that young pussy taking a thick dildo and her fingers.

After the climax subsided, came the questions. WHY are these pictures here? Clearly she used my computer to process a digital camera’s pictures, after she took the pictures in my room. So my guess was, she forgot the files were here. Or, maybe she wanted me to have them, right? Humm. But she’s never once hit on me; never wore anything tight; this is kinda a big step, going from baggy sweats to nudity.

Once a year I have a brilliant insight, and this was that time. I opened my web browser and looked at the History list — all the sites visited recently. And there it was; a bunch of pages on some chatroom site. I went to the log-in page, my heart stopping, hoping she’d put her password down as a default (you know, hoping she’d checked “remember my password”). Yup, the little vixen did. I hit “enter” and… I was in.

She had emails. Whoa baby. I pulled up Candice’s secret stash of emails from her onlnie lovers, and there were about 15 messages. All were from males, and about 10 of them had guys sending their pics. Mostly cock picks (how boring — but, by comparison, nice to know that my cock was definitely bigger than all the rest). The guys were all older, in their 20s at least, some as old as me in their 40s. Good to know the girl liked seasoned experienced men.

The last email really got my attention. THANK YOU THANK YOU was the subject-line; the author was “Jim Dandy” (oh very clever, huh). It looked innocuous until I actually read it:

BABY YOU ARE THE BEST FUCK EVER. MY COCK IS STILL SORE. I JUST GOT HOME AND MY WIFE HAS NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT I DID. BABY YOU SCREAM SO LOUD I THOUGHT YOU’D WAKE UP THE WHOLE FUCKING MOTEL. YOU ARE SERIOUSLY GORGEOUS SEXY!!! LETS FUCK AGAIN SOON OK? CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THIS OR WHENEVER YOU WANT. I WANT TO BE YOUR LONG TIME LOVER. JIMMY.

Well… that speaks volumes, doesn’t it? And, of course, I was instantly jealous of Jimmy. Totally insanely jealous. Just for kicks, I opened a previous email of his, and it had his cock pic. He looks late-30′s, decent looking guy, about 6 or 6.5 inch cock. Not bad, but … not me.

And, yes, right there on the spot, I wanted to fuck Candice myself.

I mean, I haev a right, don’t I? I know her well; she didn’t just meet me on the ‘net. I have a bigger cock than this jerk, and she clearly does married men.

So now I needed a plan.

Jeanine was pulling up to the house. Throughout our late dinner and as we lay in bed (of course NOT having sex), my mind was racing. How to fuck Candice? How?

The plan was pretty simple, actually. I created my own account on the website (it’s free, thank god) — “1HungGuy” — ok not the world’s most creative, but what’s in a name. Then I put Candice’s account on the site’s equivalent of a Buddy list — her name was “FlowerSweet” — isn’t that nice? And, I babysat that site.

I mean, I was on it all afternoon and late nights, every spare moment I could. Unfortunately, I realized, she’d probably be on it alot when she was babysitting — meaning, when I wasn’t home. But I also guessed she’d be there after school or late at night, so for about four days I was on it nonstop. Only, she was never there.

In the meantime, I’d seen her two, maybe three times. Still the prude. She hadn’t said a word, nor made any indication that she needed to use the computer. (Months ago I’d given her unfettered access to it — probably, in hindsight, a FUCKING BRILLIANT thing to do.) Just carried on, taking care of my 7 year old boy and 4 year old girl.

My visitations to the website slowed appreciably, more from disgust than anything else. I went on it in spurts, just time to time. Almost two weeks passed, and still nothing. My plan sucked, didn’t it?

But you know how they say, you always find what you’re looking for in the last place you look? (DUH — think about it.) It was a Thursday night, about 8:30 pm, kids asleep upstairs and wifey out of town (again). Things were boring, I was actually in another brower window surfing a sports page when — boing — an alarm sounded and the software said “FlowerSweet Has Logged On.” My heart was going thump-thump-thump. Wow.

I somewhat trailed her. She was in a general lounge room, not saying anything in the general chat. I let 10 minutes go buy, and started to think about what I should say. I didn’t want to pounce right away. Her profile was thin — just said she was in the categories of “female,” 18-25 years old, single, and “adventurous.” It was hard thinking of an opening line that didn’t give away I knew stuff about her, but I had a very good idea of what I wanted to do.

Then, kind of at the last moment, she changed rooms. I tracked her down in, would you believe it, “Younger Gals 4 Older Men.” Perfect. I logged into the room — it was crowded — and, in about sixty seconds, sent her the equivalent of an IM or PM or “whisper” or whatever other sites call it. I said:

1HUNGGUY:”IF YOU ARE HORNY AND LIKE OLDER GUYS, TELL ME IF YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE…”

and I attached to it a link to my personal pictures on my Yahoo! photo album — four dick pictures.

Then I held my breath.

It sure seemed like an hour, but probably was only about two minutes. My mind was racing — how long would it take for the pics to lead? Would she respond? What should I say as a follow-up if she doesn’t? But my perseverance was rewarded with the beginning of a dialogue.

1HUNGGUY:I’M JACK 1HUNGGUY:ARE YOU ATTRACTED TO MEN IN THEIR LATE 30S AND 40S BABY? FLOWERSWEET:YEAH I AM 1HUNGGUY:I LOVE THAT YOU’RE 18, THATS THE PERFECT AGE FOR A FEMALE, I BET YOU LOOK INCREDIBLE SEXY FLOWERSWEET:HERE’S MY PIC

And I about had a heart attack. She attached to her message one photo of herself wearing just a thong, leaning back on a hotel bed. I instantly thought about “Jim” and the “motel” and thought … damn I wonder if…

1HUNGGUY:WOW YOU ARE TOTALLY AWESOME!!! YOU ARE INCREDIBLY HOT!!! AND IT LOOKS LIKE SOME GUY HAD A GOOD TIME WITH YOU IN A MOTEL ROOM, AM I RIGHT? FLOWERSWEET:{{S}} YUP 1HUNGGUY:I LOVE GIRLS YOUR AGE WHO FUCK GUYS MY AGE. NOTHING BETTER THAN A HORNY 18 YEAR OLD GIRL. GOT ANY MORE PICS? LIKE YOU NOT IN THE THONG? OR YOU FUCKING THE GUY? FLOWERSWEET:YES HERE

And BAM! there was a photo the guy took looking down at her ass and back, as she kneeled in front of him, taking his PENIS into her CUNT (or ass, hard to tell) from the rear. Damn. This girl was hotter than stolen diamonds.

1HUNGGUY:YOU HAVE GOT TO BE THE HOTTEST GIRL I’VE MET ONLINE. WHO’S THE GUY? DID YOU MEET HIM ONLINE? FLOWERSWEET:THANKS. YES I DID. FLOWERSWEET:ARENT I BAD? 1HUNGGUY:VERY BAD — I LOVE IT!!! FLOWERSWEET:HERE’S ANOTHER

Indeed she sent me another … her face smiling up at the camera covered in jism. I mean, seeing your prudish babysitter’s face

1HUNGGUY:GOD DENISE YOU LOOK FABULOUS 1HUNGGUY:YOU ARE SUCH A TEASE, YOU’RE MAKING MY SOOOO FUCKING HARD HERE FLOWERSWEET:GOOD FLOWERSWEET:YOUR COCK IS SO BIG 1HUNGGUY:DO YOU LIKE BIG COCKS BABY? FLOWERSWEET:YES BUT I NEVER HAD ONE THAT BIG 1HUNGGUY:REALLY… I’M ALMOST 8 INCHES FLOWERSWEET:NICE 1HUNGGUY:SOME GIRLS CAN’T GET ME IN THEIR PUSSIES FLOWERSWEET:I BET!!! 1HUNGGUY:IM MARRIED, DO YOU CARE ABOUT THAT? FLOWERSWEET:NOPE NOT AT ALL FLOWERSWEET:I FUCKED A GUY WHO WAS MARRIED 1HUNGGUY:THE GUY IN THE PHOTO? FLOWERSWEET:NOPE ANOTHER ONE

That too was an intersting revelation. So she’d done at least two guys from online; “Jim Dandy” and the guy in the picture. It was a whole new world with this different Candice. I was kind of getting tired of the head game, however, and with my cock absolulely throbbing in my pants, I went for it.

1HUNGGUY:SERIOUSLY TELL ME HONESTLY, IF YOU KNEW A GUY WHO HAD A BODY AND COCK LIKE MINE, WOULD YOU WANT TO FUCK HIM? FLOWERSWEET:SURE! FLOWERSWEET:WOULD YOU REALLY FUCK ME? {{S}} 1HUNGGUY:WOULD I? IN A SECOND HONEY. TELL ME WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

And blow me over, she didn’t lie. She named our suburb exactly right.

1HUNGGUY:WOW… THAT’S STUNNING DENISE, I’M NOT FAR FROM YOU AT ALL. FLOWERSWEET:OH REALLY? 1HUNGGUY:YES REALLY… NOW I’LL ASK AGAIN, SINCE IT HAS MORE MEANING…. YOU SAW MY COCK AND YOU KNOW I LOVE YOUR PUSSY AND TITS, WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO CONSIDER MEETING ME FOR SOME FUN?

Her answer came so quickly.

FLOWERSWEET:YESSSSS!!!!!!!!

This was almost too easy, but after two weeks of waiting for this moment, and dreaming about it, it didn’t seem easy whatsoever.

1HUNGGUY:OK DENISE… I’M GOING TO SEND YOU ONE MORE PIC…. I STILL WANT YOU TO TELL ME IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN FUCKING ME, AFTER YOU SEE THE PIC, OK? FLOWERSWEET:UM OK WHAT IS IT? 1HUNGGUY:HERE IT IS….

And I gave her another link to a page with a picture of me… naked… huge hardon… but… a full body shot, from head to knees. She’d see my face, alright, she’d have no doubt whatsoever who was sending her the pictures.

Now came the longest moment of my life. I didn’t know if she’d log off freaking, or hide under her desk, or quit working for me, or what. This could have been unbelievable risky too, if I’d just stopped to think about it (with the OTHER head, which is SUPPOSED to be the boss), I mean just think of the personal damage that would come out if anyone knew about this . . . .

My hands and armpits were sweating profusely. The next exchange literally revised my whole outlook on life.

FLOWERSWEET:{{SSS}} HI MR. M- – - – - – 1HUNGGUY:HI CANDICE… YOU LEFT YOUR NAKED PICS ON MY COMPUTER AND I SPENT 2 WEEKS TRACKING YOU DOWN… YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW DELICIOUSLY SEXY I THINK YOU ARE FLOWERSWEET:I NEVER KNEW THAT!!!! 1HUNGGUY:I DIDNT EITHER UNTIL I SAW YOUR PICS. DOES IT BOTHER YOU? FLOWERSWEET:DOES WHAT BOTHER ME? 1HUNGGUY:THAT…. I WANT TO FUCK YOU SO BAD FLOWERSWEET:NOPE

And now I gulped.

1HUNGGUY:I’LL REPEAT THE QUESTION FROM BEFORE… STILL WANNA FUCK ME? CUZ…I DEFINITELY WANNA FUCK YOU FLOWERSWEET:IS THAT REALLY YOUR COCK? 1HUNGGUY:REALLY REALLY HONEY, ALL FOR YOU FLOWERSWEET:YEAH I WANNA FUCK YOU

And if that wasn’t great enough…

FLOWERSWEET:WANT ME TO “CUM” TONIGHT?

This was the hottest girl in my whole life, a fantasy coming true. My response was to suggest she call me right away; and I barely had time to even LOOK at the phone before it rang. I snatched it up, and she was giggling softly. I told her right out that this was weird for me, but I was so hard for her, and the Mrs. was out of town so yes I wanted to do her badly. Tonight.

Candice said she had some homework left, but would come over right away. We agreed the lie she’d tell her mom was I was going to help her with her math homework. (Wouldn’t have been a first.) Now, I was concerned that my kids — who sometimes get up randomly in the evening — might come down and interrupt or, worse, catch us. I suggested she wear something she can push out of the way but put on quickly, like her everpresent sweatshirt with no bra, and sweatpants with no panties.

She agreed, said “see you soon,” and hung up.

Ever had one of those hard-ons (ok… I’m only talking to the guys here) that you can’t wait to get off, but you don’t dare touch? The worst thing in the world. I mean, I wanted to beat off so badly. Instead, I made myself busy. I checked on the kids, they were sound out. I stripped nude and put on my own sweatshirt and loose jogging shorts. Finally I went back down and cleaned up my home office and desk.

Then I sat and watched the clock. It was 9:30 already. Then 9:40. 9:50. 10. 10:15. Fuck, I’d spent 45 minutes bolted to the soft sofa and my ass was aching.

The doorbell rang.

I tried to remain calm, but little peckerhead wanted to move at lightspeed. I strolled — more like “sauntered” — to the door, and let in the family babysitter. Only, she was no young girl tonight. She didn’t have any makeup, had her hair pulled behind her head as usual, had her thick glasses on, and had on the boring sweats. But I knew she was all hot pussy inside and I just couldn’t wait to jump her bones.

I led her by the hand (and what a soft delicate hand she had) to my office, where — something I never ever did before when I was alone in the house with the kids — I closed and locked the door. I led Candice over to the leather loveseat and I plopped on my ass on one side, while she sat gingerly next to me.

Our eyes caught each other’s, with her hand still in mine. I silently reached out and took her eyeglasses off of her face, placing them on a table behind the sofa. As I figured she’d do, she too reached out and removed my glasses. Another silent moment followed. I took a breath to say something profound, but fortunately, she opened her mouth first.

“So are you going to show me that big cock?”

I grinned. Man this was going to be fun. “Sure, if . . . you let me see those pretty tits first.”

The dirty-blonde 18 year old smiled, almost grinning really, and reached to her belly. She grabbed fistfuls of her sweater and pulled it up to her armpits — leaving it in place for quick retreat if one of my children scared us. All I saw, though, were those two lovely teenage breasts. Hard knobby nipples, dark brown circles around them, firm well-shaped, pale-white boobs. Fleshy, round, pointy.

I grinned back and she let me reach a hand out, so my thumb could test the hardness of her nipple and my fingers feel the softness of her orb. Her back arched, inviting me, and as I lowered my face her hand cupped the back of my head. “Ohhh,” she softly moaned when my tongue hit her nipple and circled around it with a wet lick. My lips quickly swallowed that tit and sucked it greedily into my mouth, lathering it with my saliva.

Fuck her big breast tasted glorious. I hadn’t sucked an 18 year old tit since I was 20. It was perfect and smooth and tasty, and this dirty old man lapped at it in broad hungry circles.

After a few seconds of licking her breast, we kind of mutually sat up right at the same time, and her hand shot to the waistband of my shorts. “Let me see it know,” she purred, crawling onto the floor. I laid back, stretching my legs together, and we both eyed up the massive bulge in my lap. Candice unpeeled my shorts as I lifted my ass, and she exposed my rockhard erection. I watched her face, her eyes, for her reaction, and frankly she didn’t take her eyes off of my cock. I saw her light up and her tongue licked her lips, and I knew she wanted my 8 thick inches of manhood.

I have a huge cockhead — like a mushroom, really, fucking bulbous. My shaft at the base has lots of veins and is so thick my wife could never get her small hand around it. So I knew, as a fact of life, that Candice was going to like my dick, even more than just by looking at pictures of it.

I was throbbing hard, the head was smeared with precum already. I leaned back now and spread my legs, giving the teenager room to crawl forward. Her own small hand wrapped around my cock, tightly gripping me at the base, holding it up right. I was so horny I started to undulate my ass up and down, pumping her hand a little, even as her mouth moved down. She now looked in my eyes smiling broadly, her mouth opened, and her tongue stuck out.

And the neighbor’s daughter began to lick my cock.

Man it was sensuous. The chick knew how to do a man right. She licked gingerly from the tip, around the head, down the soft part of the shaft, around my balls, even to the tuff nut at base of my scrotum. Then she licked back to the top and swallowed the head. I was fucking ready to pump her mouth by now. I put my hands on my sides on the sofa, relaxing back, and tried to keep myself from moving too rapidly while the teenager started to give me great head. Candice’s young mouth sucked my fat prickhead into her lips where her spit and tongue coated it all over, then she began sliding more of it into her mouth.

“Fuck baby yeah,” I groaned instinctively watching my cock disappear into her mouth. Her jaw really had to open wide; she moaned, more from the surprise of knowing a cock could be this thick. Candice slurped on my penis, making loud suckling noises, her head and pulled-back hair bobbing up and down on my in slow, intense rhythms. I rotated my ass slowly meeting her pace, and as a few minutes passed, she had virtually all of my cock deep in her mouth and even penetrating her throat briefly each time her head bounced down. Her eyes were almost closed, more like she was wincing, and she seemed determined to get all of my penis into her mouth eventually. She had only one finger almost (not quite) meeting her thumb around the very base of the cock, right above my balls, while her lips stretched around the shaft worked their way lower, lower, lower, closer to her finger and thumb each time.

“Do it baby!” encouraged this horny old perv.

Suddenly we both heard a thump in the living room. Outside the study’s door. Candice immediately pulled her shirt over her tits while I jumped up and pulled my pants back on. They stretched, but at least I was covered. “Wait,” I yelled to whichever kid was outside, running for the door.

It was my 4 year old daughter. She looked so innocent in her jammies, rubbing her eyes with her hand. “Daddy I need water,” she said, oblivious to our visitor sitting behind me on the sofa.

“Ok honey, then go to bed,” I said hurriedly, looking back at Candice. Now our babysitter knew my kids as well as I did, so she just sat relaxed on the sofa. I mean, it was very sweet — Candice smiled at my daughter, then at me, giving me the warmth of knowing she was going to wait.

I got a drink for my daughter then led her by her hand back to her room. She asked, in the voice that always gets what it wants, for me to lie next to her while she falls asleep. This was very bad timing; any other night, perhaps. Tried to talk her out of it I did. And failed. She started to raise her voice like she was going to scream, and I didn’t want her waking her older brother — he might be too confused by Candice’s presence in the house. And tattle.

“Daddy stay!” came the insistent demand of the four year old. She was pulling me by my hand.

What could I do? I wanted to go downstairs more than anything in my life; my cock was still raging in my shorts. But fatherness overcame horniness. I laid down next to her, put an arm around her, and made DAMN sure my pelvis was a good distance from any part of her body.

I probably didn’t breath. I know it seemed like time crept by so slowly. My daughter squirmed and wiggled, and the one time I tried to get up, she moaned in disapproval. Fuck. I was stuck there until finally, eventually, incredibly, she stopped squirming, breathed deeply, and was sound asleep.

God that took forever. I jumped out of her bed (probably almost waking her) and literally touched only about two of the steps on the staircase as I bolted for the office. I glanced at a clock on the way; it was 10:50, I mean, I was probably in there at least 20 minutes.

I half expected Candice to be gone, or asleep or something. But, instead, I was just blown away.

I opened the door to the study and saw Candice with her sweatshirt up under her armpits again, lying on her back on the loveseat, her sweatpants stripped off so that she was nude from tits down. She had one leg on the back of the sofa and one foot on the floor, and between her spread-eagle legs she was stuffing her vagina with two fingers. Deeply, I might add. Her cuntlips drooled juices and her fingers were stiff as concrete as the teenager pumped them into her pussyhole.

Her eyes locked onto mine, watching me watch her masteurbate. I immediately shut and locked the door (without looking at it). I took two feeble steps toward her, drugged by the sight of her self-fucking. It became clear to me we weren’t going to resume the blowjob, which was fine by me.

Candice’s voice was both strong and weak at the same time. “FUUUCK MEEE!”

I stripped off my own shorts, my suddenly-empowered cock sticking straight out, and I jumped on top of her on the sofa. She removed her fingers and reached both hands back behind her head, making her back arch and her tits stick up. Candice pulled her knees back and split her wet pussy open for me to fill. Her eyes were on my cock, getting near her hole. I crawled over her more and put my hands straight in front of me, her body passing between them, one of my feet on the floor and my other knee on the sofa. I wanted her so unbelievably much.

The head of my prick touched her wet vaginal lips and we both shuddered. It didn’t take a moment to find the entrance to her hole, that magical spot, and the magical moment when you know your cock is home. I immediately rammed it forward, and now I was fucking the girl.

FUCKING MY BABYSITTER. Yup, me!

The slut’s hands reached down for my body, grabbing me by the hips. Her long luxurious legs lifted and hooked around the small of my back; she was sucking me in with her cunt and holding me there with her limbs. My arms were stiff, propping my torso up, and my legs strained to hold my ass in position to screw her tight young pussy.

I looked down and saw her half-closed eyes drinking in the yummy fucking. Those two big large pale tits, with their big tight nipples, jiggled on her chest as we began fucking. Down farther her smooth, flat abdomen contracted and warped as her young body began to take a beating from mine.

I was drunk on lust. My pelvis viciously slammed into her butt and the back of her thighs hard, making distinct skin-on-skin slapping noise. I knew she wasn’t no virgin so I didn’t think for a second about going slow. Having had to stew in my little daughter’s room for 20 minutes made me an animal, I was drooling at being able to fuck the 18 year old babysitter. God I wanted to give her the hardest, longest fucking of her relatively short life.

My eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. I projected forward and gave myself the goal of boning her pussy for at least 30 nonstop minutes — decently reachable, based on my past experiences but factoring in that it was late at night and I didn’t have the energy I would have had a few hours earlier in the day.

Candice’s supple body bounced up and down with each forceful thrust of my prick into her gripping pussy. The leathery, soft cushions of my sofa absorbed a lot of the fucking — she was kinda like a moving target. Each time I pumped my cock into her vagina, burying it as far inside as it could stretch, the sofa cushions squished together under her and she sunk away from me. Then as I pulled back to ram her again, she bounced up at me. It was maddening, like a Sisiphean task; the more I tried to fuck her deep, the harder it got to fuck her deep.

But I was so fucking horny that I didn’t stop or even try to shift positions. My erection was absolutely throbbing inside her young hot cunt. I felt my balls aching as they bounced around under me, even bouncing against her clammy skin. The head of my prick swelled ten times its size while the silky hot wet walls of her vaginal tube squeezed it deep in her body. I fucked her harder and harder, causing her pussy to squeeze and grip my cock like a fist.

Both of us were panting, staring at each other, gasping for air. Her face suddenly didn’t look so young to me; she was a grizzled cockfucker.

I was in lust with her. “God you’re beautiful,” came my mutterings between short shallow breaths, “you’re so hot … Candice you’re a great fuck.”

“Fuck me!” she said, her voice throaty and full of lust too. “Fuck me with that big cock! I love your cock!” We didn’t talk much other than that.

Candice reached to her sweatshirt, still balled up under her armpits, and pulled it off her body. God knows where she threw it. The bitch was totally nude now, like me, both of us getting off just fucking each other.

I hooked my elbows under her knees, prying her legs up and apart, allowing me to penetrate her deeper and forcing my weight on top of her. That pressed her more into the sofa, so she didn’t move around as much. Candice squeeled when the head of my penis began bouncing off of her cervix, deep in the back of her cunt, applying pressure there and letting us both know that I was 100 percent filling her pussy.

I think I was even drooling, my spit kinda falling out of my mouth onto her body. Didn’t really matter. She was squirming her young butt under me, her thin body thrashing in waves, rhythmically pumping against my oncoming penis. Her breaths were uneven, broken by short bursts of high-energy wails or sometimes low grunts and groans that extended over several fucks from my cock.

Candice reached back with both hands, above her head, making her back arch a little and her tits bounce more. She puckered her lips, looked naughtily in my eyes, and let out a long, sexy “Ooooooh!” I snickered and pumped her harder, faster. I could see her tits bounce with each thrust so I measure my fucking by how much I made those breasts move. Bang bang bang bang . . . god those teenage mounds shook for me.

With arms above her head, back arches, Candice put one foot flat on the floor, and the other foot flat on the sofa’s seat at my side. Knees bent over, she had leverage now to pump too. Her ass came off the sofa entirely, her body was straight from hips to shoulders — plowing her shoulders and head into the sofa’s armrest. She ground her clit hard against my pelvis, smearing her juices on my skin, and rapidly pumped her butt around and back and forth and around again, drawing my adult erection totally deep into her vagina.

And that did it. I couldn’t believe it, it happened so quickly, but she was so fucking hot. I felt my balls suddenly quiver, like an earthquake beginning to rumble. Holy fuck I was gonna cum.

I didn’t think. All I knew was, it was way too fast. But she was so fucking hot. That first huge glob of cum was already about to shoot up my shaft. I didn’t have time. I just pulled out of her pussy, grabbed my throbbing wet dick, and leaned up over her.

I saw Candice look down and moan, maybe she said something I have no idea, but it came. Oh fuck it came out of my cock. I pumped my penis, squeezing the juice out. My balls were screaming for relief, and my peckerhead was aching to spew. The first splotch of hot gooey semen jetted out and splattered on Candice’s tummy. Before the second glob, I crawled up quickly, nearing her tits, and unloaded my jism onto a tit.

I too watched, seeing how much cum my balls produced, happily unloading my cum even though it was, by my standards, way premature. My hand was getting covered in both pussyjuice and my creamy seed as I jerked my shaft back and forth and drew out every last drop of cum.

Oh baby, I muttered under my breath to myself. As my orgasm ended, I stared down at the mess I made. The girl had ample amounts of my sperm all over her body, from neck to tummy. It was a fucking beautiful sight.

But I was kicking myself for cumming so fast. I wanted her to have more cum and cock than she’d ever fucked. My premature ejaculation was way below standard, and I needed to get her fucked some more. There was no question that I had to go eat her pussy right now, right away.

I crawled down her body and my gaze fell on her teenage cuntlips. It, and her creamy soft skin on her abdomen and thighs and butt, was all smeared in her pussyjuice. A heavy musty odor of girl sex intoxicated me. My mouth watered looking at that perfectly hairless, soft pink vagina. I’m tellin’ ya, I fucked a few women recently, but I’ve never seen somethong so delicious and invigorating as my babysitter’s twat.

Crawling onto the floor right in front of the sofa so I could put my mouth down to her pussy, I slipped my hands onto the velvety contour of her calves. Shit she had smooth, athletic legs. Very recently shaven, too. She pulled her knees back for me as my face neared her crotch, and her ass was still undulating in little circles. My hands slid farther up her legs to her knees, pushing her legs open more, making her mound stand out on her pelvis.

I put my mouth down, flicked out my tongue, and began to lap at the juices splotched on the soft skin of her inner thigh. Cleaning her off. Candice moaned and felt me lap happily at the top of one inner thigh, then the other, then even the folds of her butt below her cunt. That pussy was so juicy and smelly though, so my licking her skin was just an appetizer. Then I licked northward, up above her clit, nearing her treasures. The pace of her undulations grew faster, more intense. Her breathing grew louder. I glanced up and saw her firm, heavy tits heaving on her chest, those fabulous big fat brown nipples pointing at the ceiling.

Lightly, gently, the very tippy-tip of my tongue touched her clit. Tip to tip. Her body bucked for me, then she pressed her pelvis forward, wanting more. I didn’t give in, instead flicking her clit side to side ever so carefully with my tongue stuck straight out. I made moaning sounds, feeling her body writhe in excrutiating anticipation. Candice lifted her head to look at me — her eyes lustily begged for more. I continued to push her clit around with my tongue, rolling the tip of my tongue around the firm little fleshy knob, just gliding on its sensitive sides, around and around.

She reached down to my head, letting out a little yelp, wanting this cunnilingus very badly. I pushed more of my tongue against her clit, the tip of my tongue sliding into the crevaces of wet silky flesh around her clit, licking licking side to side. My wife’s cunt wasn’t even one percent this sexy or delicious. With more zest I plowed my tongue harder against her clit, almost rubbing it into her body, and in reaction Candice began to pump her ass into my face. She was trying to rub her clit against my tongue, almost masteurbating herself that way. Dutifully I ground my tongue hard against the clit, plowing into it to satisfy her urgent desires.

With her ass wiggling faster, I had to put both of my hands under her butt to keep my face planted on her pussy. Alright, I’ll admit I wanted to fondle this great 18 year old ass — round, smooth, soft. The last chick I’d slept with — a 27 year old black DVA employee — also had a round soft butt, and groping Candice’s derrier momentarily made me remember a sweaty day in a hotel room with that African-American sextoy. But, mmm, this was a teenager’s rump. Felt fucking great in my hands.

Sending waves of joy into her clit with my tongue, my lips moved down. I completely surrounded her puckered clit and sucked it into my mouth hard, where my tongue continued to wash over it coarsely. Candice moaned something gutteral, and she arched her back making her tits jiggle a little. Her pelvis was now rapidly jerking back and forth, and her motions became more feverish the harder I sucked her clit. I was really tugging on it just from the suction created by my lips, pulling at it hard, making it ooze juices into my mouth.

“Ohgodyes, Ohgodyes,” the tramp began moaning. I felt both of her hands now grab my head, clamping on my short buzz cut. She was pulling my mouth into her clit — or pushing her clit against my mouth, didn’t matter. I could tell from her motions and moans that her orgasm was approaching. I suckled her clit faster. Wrapping my lips around my teeth, I pulled hard at her clit, squeezing it gently, then harshly licking it with a frenetic tongue. She was almost hurting my head from grabbing me so tightly, but all I focused on was her orgasm. I wanted her to have a huge explosive one. Harder and harder I sucked on her clit, touching it all around with my lips and tongue, until –

“OHGODYESSSSS!” Her young body exploded on me. I reacted as quick as I could. Right when her orgasm hit, I stuck my tongue deep into her pussyhole. I was greeted with a flood of her juices, instantly filling my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could — I had too — because another mouthfull raced right behind it. Then a third. Then a fourth. Man this chick cummed in buckets.

The stuff was all over my chin and lips and nose too, and as I stretched my tongue into her twat, my upper lip ground into her clitoris. Candice had her knees almost up to her tits now, both of her feet on the leathery sofa for stability, and she pumped her cunt hard against my face. Her orgasm subsided but her state of arousal increased as my tongue dug deeper into her wet silky box. I flicked my tongue around side to side, almost twisting it, making its presence felt. Her tight pussylips separated for my tongue to fuck her as hard as it could.

I began jamming my tongue into her, holding it out from my mouth, and bobbing my head so I tonguefucked her. She squeeled a little, but reached down again to pull my tongue back into her. She was aching to be filled.

Surprising her, I lifted my body a little, sliding my tongue back up to her clit, turning my face. Exposing the entrance to her cunt, I immediately jammed two stiff parallel fingers into her twat. Candice shrieked “YESSSSS!” and bucked her pelvis against my fingers. Her vagina was so wet and soft, my fingers easily sunk knuckle-deep. My other fingers pressed into her asscheek while my tongue revisited her clitoris, pushing it around.

I bent my two fingers upwards, jamming them against her G-spot. I found it cuz the moment I hit it, her legs shot outright — almost kicking me — she screamed loud enough to wake my kids. Her vocalization wasn’t a word, just a noise. Knowing I had her dead to rights, I pumped my two fingers as hard and forcefully as I could against her G spot, pressing up into it inside her vagaina, lapping equally forcefully on her clit with my tongue.

Candace screamed to a second orgasm. “OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD,” she mumbled maybe a dozen times, somehow turning the phrase into a one-syllable word. “OMGD,” maybe is how I should spell it, cuz that’s how it sounded.

Her pussy gushed again, this time around my hand. I felt her cumsauce flood out and cover my fingers and palm, providing lubrication for me to fingerfuck her cunt a little harder. My arm and hand were sore even from fingerfucking her for two minutes, because I was all tensed up and really pumping them into her as hard as I could. As soon as I withdrew them I lowered my mouth back to her cunthole and shoved my tongue inside.

Candice’s legs were hovering in mid-air, she was so sex-crazed she wasn’t thinking to put them down. I put both hands on her knees and pushed her legs back again, spreading her pussy open to me as much as it could. That’s when my nose got scent of her butthole, just a couple inches below.

With a naughty mind, I slid my tongue out of her pussy and licked down to her butt. Candice absolutely freaked (in a good way), reaching for my head and at the same time bellowing an expletive they don’t allow on TV. My tongue found her young anus, all pink and tight, and with my mouth covered in her slimy vagina juice it was easy to slip my tongue into her ass.

Delicious disgusting teenage butthole. Tight, so fucking tight. My tongue barely got in there for a couple of seconds, it gave me a sharp piercing pain as I tried to buttfuck her. But her ass loosened after a couple moments and I began to slide my tongue into her ass more. My nose was pressed against the outer lips of her pussy; if I had a bigger shnoz I’d have been nosefucking her. As it was I just smelled her fucking and tasted her ass.

Her ass now well-lubricated and my tongue a little sore from plugging these holes nonstop, I pulled my tongue out and leaned up, looking down at her spread-eagle young body. Those two orgasms had left her entire body sweaty and messy, her long hair splayed randomly around her head and the sofa. Her big soft eyes looked up at me appearing both completely satisfied and desperately hungry for more.

With her legs still spread open, her twin cunt-and-ass orifices glowed ruby red. My one hand remained covered in her lubrication from her orgasm, so I stuck out one of those fingers and touched her butthole. Her eyelids half-closed, her body shivered, and she let out a soft girly “oooh!” She bit her lip and looked at me with a huge playful sneer, knowing what was next. Yup. I slipped that finger into her tight asshole and, man, her ass just sucked it in.

I leaned forward, putting an elbow on her tummy, bending my other hand back to her pussy. I stuck out my thumb and began softly rubbing her clit and the petals around it, while slowly digging my finger into her anus. Candice squirmed, purring for me, even grinning, feeling me filling her butt. Her clit must have been aching because she pushed it up into my thumb, trying to grind on it. I was licking her cum on my lips while I watched my thumb masteurbate her. As I twirled my thumb faster around her clit, rubbing harder, she closed her eyes and started moving her hips more and more rapidly in circles. Her breaths again got shorter, she was exhaling audibly with “uhh — uhh — uhh” noises. I could tell another orgasm approached.

Burying one finger deep in her ass — not really pumping it, just leaving it in there — I bent my face down again. Using thumb and finger, I spread open the lips around her clit to expose the little girlie-cock. I put the side of my tongue on it and went at it, furiously licking and pushing her clit in its place. “Yes! yes!” she screamed for me, and I saw her clutch the side of the sofa with narled fingers. Her body tensed up. Lick lick lick I went . . . and it happened. Her pussy leaked and soiled with another trickle of juices, she was having yet another orgasm for me. I continued licking her clit until I was sure she was done, then I pulled my finger out of her ass and leaned up on my knees in front of her.

I kept licking her sweet juices from my lips while I rose up off the floor. The horny young bitch was reaching down for my body, trying to pull me closer. I felt her grinding her obviously-throbbing clit against empty air, so as I rose up I leaned forward and pressed the hairy skin of my chest against her cunt. She purred like a kitten and her fingers clutched my torso under my armpits, and she began to hump my chestplate with her wet vagina. Down farther below I could sense my prick was fully erect again and wanting to fuck this eighteen year old slut. And Candice’s eyes were begging for it.

Now on my feet towering over her quivering body, I leaned over her like I was gonna fuck her cunt again. But the sofa was so soft that I hardly seemed to get any leverage on her — that’s why I never like fucking girls on it. So instead of shoving my aching penis back into her vagina right away, I moved back from the sofa and grabbed her ankles. Candice grinned naughtily as she felt me pulling her body off of the couch. “On your knees baby,” I mumbled just loud enough to give her direction.

I watched her slip off the sofa and twist her body so that her knees touched the floor at the same moment, right in front of me, at one end of the sofa near the end table. Jesus fucking Christ look at that teenage butt! So fucking smooth and pale white. Both buttcheeks were round, protruding slightly at me, around shapely not narrow hips. The moment she parted her thighs her glistening shaved cuntlips smiled vertically at me, beeds of cum and sweat saturating their exterior. And her puckered tight asshole was bright red from my brief intrusions a few moments ago.

Descending to my knees right behind her ass, I put both of my hands on her fine young hips and held her body steady while my peckerhead aimed for her pussy. Candice had her arms under her chest, her face and hair falling down into the sofa’s cushion while she waited for me to take my position. Briefly she looked at me over her shoulder with the sexiest cum-fuck-me look in a girl’s eyes.

Holding her firmly with a strong grip of her pelvis, my swollen head found the entrance to her twat and we both moaned at the feeling. Then without a fucking drop of effort I moved my ass forward and my penis started to slip again inside her cunt. She was so loose and wet, it was like being home again. And I was instantly ramming her HARD. Just like earlier, no little slow set-up. As soon as my cock was in there, I just shoved it forward as far as the slut could take it, until I felt my balls bounce off of her clit. Candice squirmed and squeeled a little, half from feeling my penis in her vagina and half, I bet, from my hands grabbing her ass and hips so tightly.

I think I muttered something meaningless as I started to pound her ass and thighs, making loud thumping noises with each thrust. I stared down at her round buttcheeks rippling as they took the beating from my forceful thrusts. My penis was glowing red, swollen and angry, disappearing under her ass into her sweet cuntlips. Because she was bent over the sofa, her body couldn’t move forward much at all, she was sandwiched between it and me, so she took directly the full force of my furious fucking. “Oh yeah! oh yeah!” I began to proudly exclaim when I got a good fucking rhythm going, driving the full length of my erection into her teenage pussy.

The smell of her ass filled my noise. Placing my palms firmly on her round 18 year old buttocks, I pried open her ass tightly, which made the ripples of my oncoming thrusts seem less effective. But the pressure on her ass from my hands and pelvis caused Candice to squirm even more, and I could hear her breaths shortening. “Uh huh uh huh uh huh,” the teenager moaned under her breath each time I pounded my erection into her vagina.

What a lovely fuck. I let go of her ass and put one hand on my own hips, arm akimbo, and reached my other hand to her long flowing hair. My fingers wrapped through her hair at the base of her skull, and i tugged. Not hard, but enough. Her head popped upright, her back arched into the sofa, and her ass seemed to rise up to me. She screamed in delight “Fuck me yeah!” at the move, and I felt her ass push backwards to meet my oncoming thrusts.

Her cuntjuices were all over my balls and thighs, and her cunt was so squishy wet and lubed up that I could feel droplets of her juice splattering as I fucked her hard. My penis penetrating her drenched slit was making squishy noises, on top of the slap-slap-slap beat of my pelvis crashing into her butt and thighs.

Suddenly the phone rang. Fuck it! I ignored it, but hated the phone ringing with my daughter only recently asleep upstairs. Candice was definitely ignoring it. I leaned over, still trying to fuck my babysitter was hard as I could, to see the caller ID. Holy shit, I said aloud, it’s your mom Candice!

Four, now five rings. Candice looked back at me with puzzled eyes, although she kept pushing her ass at the thick cock fucking her cunt. I figured we didn’t want her mom wandering over cuz we weren’t answering the phone, so barely slowing down my fucking, I reached over to the end table and grabbed the receiver.

Trying to sound as composed as possible I nestled the phone between my ear and shoulder, putting both hands again on Candice’s hips. I pushed her body forward hard against the sofa, so she could barely move at all, and CRAMMED my dick as hard into her cunt as I could. She let out a yelp. Keeing my cock buried deep in her vagina, I started to grind my pelvis against her ass, and she ground against me. Silent fucking.

“Hello?” I breathlessly spat into the phone, trying to sound composed. Her mom, however, was a little emotional. “IS CANDICE THERE?” It wasn’t really a question, more like a direction to hand the phone over.

Trying to protect my evening fucktoy, I told her mom that she’s right here doing her homework with me. Her mom almost cut me off. “PUT MY DAUGHTER ON.”

Imagine the irony. I handed the phone over to the 18 year old, so she could talk to her mother, while I had my throbbing penis buried deep in the young girl’s squishy cunt. It was almost sexier now with her mom on the phone while we fucked. Candice, also trying to compose herself, took the phone from me and lifted her torso off of the sofa. Her body rose, still bent over enough to take my cock in her cunt from behind, but high enough so that she had room to lean an elbow on the sofa to hold the phone to her ear.

“Hi mom,” said the young vixen quietly. Not to cause her undue grief, I kept my throbbing, aching prick plowed into her vagina, but didn’t move around too much.

I could tell the course of the conversation just from her half of it. “Yeah um he’s teaching me … things.” (I didn’t have to see her face to know she smiled at that.) “Um, just a little longer … it’s um hard stuff.” At that one I had to supress a chuckle at my little comedienne.

With my cock in her pussy but her body bent up as it was, I wasn’t getting in very deep and trying to remain noiseless was going to prove difficult. Candice sensed the predicament and solved it. She turned on her knees, taking me with her, and moved her arms and torso away from the sofa. Now parallel to the couch, she dropped down so she was on her fours on the floor — knees and elbows. Dipping her shoudlers, she held the phone up against her ear in one hand, parted her legs, and had her ass way up high. I could start slipping willy in and out of her gushing slot with ease.

Slowly I started rocking her body, holding her hips again in my hands. She undulated with me. I moved forward and slipped my porksword as far into her muff as I could, her body leaning forward a bit as I did, then slowly I drew out of her and she rocked back with me. Forward… backward… nice slow fucking rhythm. Silent too.

“Um — soon.” She was breathless again, concentrating on the aching between her thighs. Whatever her mom was saying, Candice was trying to listen but just really didn’t care. “Um — yeah like — five minutes ok? Soon mom.” Another pause. “Yeah I promise I’m just … getting stuff to come home now.”

Damn if she couldn’t hang up sooner. She reached back to hand me the phone, and I slammed it down on the base. As she pushed her ass up into the air I was swallownig a deep breath for more forceful sex. “Cmon fuck me hard!” she panted needlessly. Her head was down facing the floor, she wasn’t looking back or anything. All she could feel was my hands on her hips and my cock in her cunt.

My penis was enormously aroused, thick and pulsing and just filled with concrete. I was gonna fuck this young cunt until I fucking died of pleasure.

Instantly I shoved everythign forward that I had, slamming so hard into her body unexpectedly that she rocked forward and yelped. I loved it. I grabbed her with my fingers around her hips, pulling her backwards into me, and slammed hard again. “YES!” she screamed. God what a fuckslut. A third time I really concentrated and banged my pelvis into her recklessly, drawing another shriek of “YES!” along with a distinct slapping noise of my skin into hers.

“YES! YES! YES! YES” Her cries nearing the top of her lungs erupted every time I pounded my cock into her vagina.

I should have cared that Candice’s screams were loud enough to wake my kids, but when you have a naked eighteen year old on her knees bending over to take your cock in her pussy, you don’t worry about details like that. I focused on the shape of her round buttocks now slightly glowing red from me slamming into her. I could feel her wet loose pussylips sucking my cock each time I thrust forward and pulled back. Holding her body and making her wince and scream with pleasure made me fuck her all the harder.

At some point she adjusted herself, spreading her legs a little farther apart, and moving her elbows apart too so that she was squarely resting on all fours. I thought about that stupid car commercial — “wider is better” — she now had a wider base and could better take my humping. Her ass moved down a bit from it, so I had to shift my legs wide apart too. But yeah, she now could push her ass back at me better, and I stuffed her cunt as deep as I could with each thrust forward.

Five minutes to get home, huh. We blew way past that. Candice ate her shrieks now and only muffled an incoherent stream of “uhh oooh uhhh ohhh oooh” moans from the nonstop pounding she was taking. What a trooper, too, having an adult male fuck her cunt from behind like this. I was going crazy with lust, trying to pound her into submission by screwing that tight teenage vagina until she begged me to stop. She never once looked back but just gripped the floor with her elbows and knees and left me total freedom to ram my rod into her body.

I seriously felt every pore in my body sweating. The perspiration was streaming down from my armpits, down my sides, and my abdomen and ass both prickled with wetness. My balls and abdomen and thighs, however, were equally drenched with a much sweeter ambrosia. The girl’s cumjuices were all over me like a thick layer of lotion.

And I swear, she was so wet and fucked, it was like I could hardly feel her cunt any more. I fucked her faster and faster and deeper and harder, and it only seemed to make her wetter. “Rub your clit,” I moaned at her, wondering if she was loosing sensation. I saw her shoulder dip and felt her reach under herself, and a fingertip touched my balls as I rammed forward into her. Candice squeeled loudly. “UH HUH!” came a shrill cry from deep in her lungs.

The girl had a huge orgasm around my penis. She’d hardly started touching her clit for more than two seconds before her entire body shook and shuddered and her cunt squeezed my cock even tighter. I intensified the cum by grabbing her hips and plowing deep into her pussy, leaving it in there, not humping just filling, so her pussy could erupt around my dick. It worked and she was so surprised that I left it in there, her orgasm was as vocal as it was physical. “Oooooohhh gawwwwwd!” came the single drawn-out shriek during the longest orgasm in recorded history. The youngster’s pussy spasmed and quivered and gushed around my intruding pole for what seemed like 60 seconds, I have no idea.

As soon as I felt her sensations subdue, I began humping her again. Ramming her hard with the entire length of my shaft — pulling out to the tip then thrusting back in balls-deep — I screwed her cunt while Candice kept rubbing her clitty. She couldn’t hold herself steady with only one elbow on the floor, but the feeling from her masteurbation plus my fucking was too good to stop. I now rocked her bent-forward body furiously with animal thrusts, while her fingers rubbed circles around her clit. Candice had what I thought were a couple more orgasms — tiny mini-cums, like tremblors after an earthquake, her cunt now so highly climaxed that her orgasms were blasting one after another.

I glanced at the clock. She was now about 10 minutes past her promised 5 minutes to get home. Shit, I’d been fucking her from behind about 20 minutes, or more.

Candice was crying, almost. Wailing softly with her cunt being savagely ripped apart by a thick adult erection. She stopped rubbing her clit and had all fours on the floor again; I could see both of her hands were spread open like crow’s feet, giving her more traction to grip the rug and endure my fucking.

Then, I don’t know what caused me to do it, I saw her tight little anus and immediately pulled out of her vagina. My throbbing cock was so wet in liquids that I didn’t give it a second thought. I raised my pelvis, held her ass tight by spreading her asscheeks, and pushed the fat round mushroom of my cock to her butthole. Candice didn’t hardly react before I started to poke her up the ass.

“OHHHHHH FUUUUUU…!” She shrieked so loudly and with such fervor that she didn’t even finish the thought.

Big fucking mistake this was. That young ass was so tight and hot that the grip on my cock was death-like. From out of nowhere I felt my balls tighten and my muscles strain, and an orgasm was imminent.

I erupted with a scream of delight just as the first gush of cum shot through my tube. The head of my wet cock burrowing into her anus felt like it was being ripped open, and I sensed myself shooting the male goo hard into her butt. Instinctively I ground my thighs into her ass, going as deep as I could with hardly any fucking, and just flooded her butthole with cum.

My orgasm was almost painful. Her buttocks were so tight around me and my balls were so aroused. My prior orgasm on her stomach was nothing, absolutely nothing. This cum up her ass was just a gift from God. I was fucking blessed.

I pumped my seed meaninglessly in her pooper, wave after wave, holding her body steady while I cummed.

Then it was over. I was so drained I pulled out, my cock popping out of that ass, and I flopped backwards on the floor until my ass hit the carpet with a thud. I found myself staring at Candice’s spread-open cunt and ass, her round soft buttcheeks now glowing red, her pussy drippign with juices, and her asshole a bright ruby red.

Both of us coughed at the same time, and both of us took a moment to gain our breaths. Candice fell over on her side on the floor, knees clamped together, her face looking at me emotionlessly. I leaned back and opened my thighs so my sweaty, smelly balls and ass could get some air. I was dripping from bellybutton to knees, with cumjuice and sweat smeared all over me. My cock glowed bright red too, glistening in the soft light of the lamps around the room. Candice’s eyes were fixed on the cock that just fucked the stuffing out of her and loaded her butt with creamy cum.

“Oh baby,” I finally groaned, “jesus–” I was going to complement what a great fuck she was, but stopped myself and reflected how my orgasm seemed to come too fast out of nowhere. Granted, it was after over 20 minutes of stuffing her from behind, but still, I had to act manly and macho. “Really sorry about that, hon,” said this prevaricator with a frown, “I’m sorry I cummed so fast but your ass is so fuckin’ hot.”

Candice giggled at me like I was a clown. “Mr. M—– that was awesome,” she purred to the delight of my ears. “Oh my god that SOOO great.”

About the same moment in time I leaned forward to crawl towards her, and she rose up on her knees. Two seconds later our mouths met in midair, and our tongues slithered next to one another for a dirty sexual kiss. I felt her dainty hands wrap around my hips, and I took the opportunity to raise both hands up to her chest and cup her ample breasts. Candice moaned in my mouth; I sealed my lips on hers and pushed my tongue deep into her throat, licking every crevace of her mouth. She rose up on her knees to kneel in front of me, our bodies pressing together. Not having room to play with her titties I slid both my hands around to her sweaty back, then down to her equally messy ass. Fuck what a hot round ass. My fingers cupped the fleshy buttocks then groped at their ripe firmness. Meanwhile my still-throbbing cock pressed against her flat tummy.

Candice let my tongue ravage inside her mouth, then her lips puckered and she began sucking my tongue deep. I moaned in satisfaction, and she moaned back. Her hands grabbed my head and pulled me into her mouth, and she took her turn to shove her tongue into my throat. The teenager’s long wet tongue poked around inside my mouth where my tongue chased it and licked it, sliding around it. Man, between groping her fine round ass and giving her a lusty French kiss, my cock was already burning heat.

Without breaking the kiss she laughed and said something like, “I really have to get home.” We both giggled at her attempts to talk English with not one but two tongues in her mouth. Then I moaned, she moaned, and we kept driving our tongues into each other’s mouths.

I slipped one stiff finger down her buttcrack — it was one messy place to be — and stretched it for her butt, wanting to rub some of the cum that might be there. But she squeeled and pushed her ass away from me, then a second later broke off the kiss. She was smiling at me with her eyes — a deep, sexual stare mixing confidence with satisfaction. “God I’m really late,” she groaned, clearly disappointed, “but I wish I could stay.”

I nodded. “Definitely — Candice, give me a few hours next time, you’ll never be able to walk again.” I hoped my assumption that there would be a “next time” wouldn’t go over badly.

It didn’t. Her smile turned to a grin as she stood up, buck naked, her body just as messy with liquids as was mine. “I can’t wait, Mr. M—–,” she cooed while reaching for her sweatpants.

As I watched her step into her pants — hiding that divine teenage cunt and ass for the time being — I giggled at her formality. “Now that we’re fucking each other,” I bemused, again inferring this would be an ongoing endeavor, “you can call me Jack, Candice.”

The big-titted topless teen winked at me. “Ok JACK,” she said with myrth, “and you can call me … well … you can just call me any time.”

We had been chatting for a little while and we were to beginning to feel very comfortable with each other, with not just the willingness to share sexual thoughts, idea’s and fantasies with each other, but beyond that, things that were happening in our life, things to bounce off one another, one of us being a good listener to the other while one was going through difficult times, etc, etc. We teased each other several times about meeting up, with each one of us not sure if it would ever happen or not.

We had a breakthrough one day and we both finally agreed we wanted to meet up with each other. We both had obvious different commitments at home with partners, so we had to work a plan as to not interfere with work, which was important to both of us, and to not cause undue stress at home. After numerous ideas bouncing back and forth, we agreed that you would skip class one night and I’d have one of my regular client dinners, etc. That gave us both the opportunity to move forward, but we had to make sure we stuck within general times, so there was no suspicion at home. We actually planned it for weeks and finally picked a Friday night.

I must admit, I was a little nervous, certainly excited, but also a little nervous. We had gotten along great in chat and it seemed we have very similar life desires, goals, etc., so the obvious next step was to meet in person. What did meet in person mean to us? Neither one of us was sure. While we both knew we had burning desires, we both wanted to give the first meet the comfort level it deserved and we wanted it to truly be a next step in a friendship relationship.

The stage was set and we picked out a restaurant to meet up at that was convenient for both of us. We agreed on a 5:30 meet time, as that gave you plenty of time to leave work and get there. We talked a little that day, but nothing deep just really confirming meeting details and times for later.

I took an extra long shower that morning, and paid a little more attention to the clothes I was wearing to work that day. The day just dragged and dragged as I was so eager to finally meet you. Sure we chatted, but it wasn’t the same that day as we both knew we’d finally meet up in person later in the day.

We agreed not to talk after like 3:00pm so we could both make sure to finish everything at work we needed to so neither one of us had to get delayed. The drive to the restaurant was with much eager anticipation and as usual, I showed up like 15 minutes early. I know you’d be right on time, since you couldn’t get out till 5:00pm.

I parked along the side and watched as cars approached, parked and people got out, I kept telling myself, no, no, nope that’s not her, etc, until, bingo, there you are, sexy little Christina with a big smile on her face stepping out of the car. She saw me at the same time and we both grinned, we approached each other and give each other a nice little hug and a gentle kiss and it was so automatic. I wasn’t sure what greeting I was going to give or get, but it was just so natural, at least for me, and it certainly seemed for you as well. You looked so sexy.

The ice was broken. We proceeded into the restaurant.

We sat opposite each other at a small table and decided to order us a glass of wine. You were concerned at first, as this was a “school night” but we laughed that one glass was not a problem and it would probably ease the little nervousness we both had. The conversation was great, and we just talked and talked, there were no odd moments, no moments of silence; it was just a very relaxed enjoyable dinner. We shared a variety of foods and even feed each other a little.

We were enjoy our meal so much, we hadn’t realized that it was like going on 8:00 already and we knew you had to leave no later than 9:30. We both knew we wanted more and while we both probably thought it, we certainly didn’t plan a room or anything that might have been a little so over assuming!! We went to my car and both simultaneously moved in to kiss each other. This was not a peck kiss like we gave each other out in the parking lot when we first meet; this was a real kiss; passionate, closed eyes, tongues intertwining with each other, gentle nibbles on each other’s lips, tasting each other. The mutually passion had been released and our kisses were so erotic and sensual. I hadn’t kissed like that in a long, long time.

It finally dawned on us after a few minutes that we were in a public parking lot with people coming and going and knew we had to go somewhere, but where, like I said, we didn’t plan a hotel room. We just pulled out of the parking lot and thought for a minute. You reminded me of a little public park that was not too far that you had visited for summer lunches sometimes, and we decided to go there. Now, truth be known, we both felt like high school kids again sneaking around to find a place to make out. We backed into a spot that was not too far off the road but allowed ample visibility to any other cars or activities going on.

We immediately reengaged into the sensual kissing we started back at the other place. It felt so good, your lips were so soft and sensual, and I was melting in your arms. Our hands were beginning to roam ever so slightly around each other’s bodies but we were still being respectful as neither of us wanted to ruin such a good thing that was occurring. I lowered my hands down from your face, over your shoulders and brushed over your breast. There was no sign of reluctance at all, the kisses defined that, so I gentle cupped my hand over your firm breast and began to massage them. You moaned in acceptance and I continued back and forth to make sure to please them both. Your hands lowered to my thighs and you ran them down to the knee and ever so slightly back up, with each stroke getting closer and closer to my now erect cock hidden deep in my pants. After a minute or so, your hand finally didn’t stop and you grabbed my cock thru my dress pants, you just purred as I threw back my head in ecstasy. This opened up the opportunity to run my hands up your thighs until I reached the warm crotch area of your pants. We both just continued to rub a little, with passionate kisses going back and forth. I knew pre-cum was defiantly leaking from my cock and certainly assumed that your panties were beyond damp.

You grabbed my belt buckle, undid that and my top button, all in the same motion, seconds later the zipper was down and your hand reached into my boxers pulling out my rock hard cock into your gentle little hands. After a sultry little kiss, you moved up to my ear and whispered to me, “Remember my statement about my proud ability?” and before I could even answer your mouth dropped around my cock and you began sucking me and licking up the pre-cum that had leaked out.

OMG I thought is this really happening.

There was no hesitation and your head was bobbing up and down on my cock, I was in heaven and you definitely confirmed to me the passion you have with your ultimate cock sucking abilities.

With the previous passion and the kissing and groping, I was already nearing what I believed was your finally goal. I stopped you, as much as I didn’t want to, pushed you back slightly so I could undo your pants, you lowered them just slightly over your hips to give better access. My hand roamed all over the outside of your confirmed wet blue bikini panties, until I hit the top, tucking in my hand under the waistband and lowered it again back inside. You were know wreathing in ecstasy as I found your little love button. You scooted down a little in the seat and lowered the pants down to your ankles; I pushed the panties down with them and spread your legs to get a better view of the beautiful wet, cleanly shaved pussy. It was glistening from the moisture. I leaned down and give your love button a gentle little kiss, and tongue lashing’s while you just moaned in delight.

The confinement of the car didn’t allow for as much oral on you as we would have both liked but I got enough taste to know I wanted to be back. I leaned back up and kissed you with your pussy juices all over my mouth, as your hand lowered to your pussy and you began to put on a fantastic show for me, I couldn’t help but to smile, watch and grab my cock all at the same time. You looked at me and said, “Don’t finish that!” with a nice little wink. I loved sitting there watching your fingers circle your clit and your rubbing was getting faster and faster and it was not more than a few minutes that you brought yourself to a rousing climax while I was watching. We both know how much we enjoy masturbating and know how comfortable we are with each other to do it for the other.

Upon coming down from that extreme high you sat up and lowered your head back down on my throbbing cock and went right back to bobbing up and down. Minutes passed and I knew I couldn’t last any longer, I warned you, and thinking you may want to stop sucking and finish by hand, but you did the complete opposite. As soon as I warned you, you sucked harder and put more passion then even I thought possible into it. I exploded inside your mouth and I even think the amount of warm cum surprised you, splashing the back of your throat. You took it like a champ and gently finished as you swallowed every drop. OMG that was the best blow job I have ever gotten, period. You are amazing. You smiled, grinned and came up and kissed me passionately telling me how great I tasted. That small kiss turned into a final make out session, but I didn’t care what still remained in your mouth, it just felt so right kissing you like that.

We both knew we had to reluctantly get going, you reached into your purse and just looked at me and said, “I brought another pair for me just in case” and winked as you tossed the soaked blue ones over to me as you slide the new dry ones on. You tossed the cum soaked panties to me and said. “These are yours to do with as you please, enjoy”. A little memento to remind me of the night, as if I was going to forget!

I drove you back to your car, we made out a brief second more and even though neither one of us wanted to leave we knew we had too. I apologized for not being able to bring you off orally due to the car constraints and you just smiled and said “Don’t worry; you’ll have plenty more chances to do that, trust me”. The grin on your face confirmed this was just the beginning of our little “friends with benefits” relationship.

The next day I went to school and struggled through my classes. Spring break was coming up and I couldn’t wait. After school I went by the coffee shop where Julie and I had met, but she wasn’t there. I went home and found mom making a big dinner. She seemed happier, but still avoided direct eye contact whenever possible. We talked about the weather and school and then Rhonda got home just as mom put the food on the table. Mom and Julie drank most of a bottle of wine and I had a couple of beers. Mom kept most of the conversation light and fun. There were a few awkward silences, but overall, we joked and talked like we used to do. It was comforting to me and I could tell it helped Rhonda immensely.

Back in my room, I looked for 1HotTigress with no luck. I sent her an off-line message asking if everything was okay and waited for several minutes to see if she would respond, but she never did. Julie was on-line and we chatted for a little bit and asked me again about Friday. I promised her I would be over. She asked me if I had thought more about the backseat of her SUV and I told her I had. Truth was I had jerked off thinking about it the night before. She said she was very anxious to have my cock inside her again. She turned on her web cam and flashed me her tits and asked me if she should get a stud for her tongue. I told her her tongue was fine without one, but that it was up to her. Looking at her tits and talking about blow jobs I got all excited and jerked off into a t-shirt. She seemed quite happy that she was able to get me so excited.

Friday came and I stopped by a local watering hole with one of my old high school friends. My afternoon was free, so we had a few beers then I went home. It was a warm day and mom had the front and back door open with the screens up on the screen doors. Upstairs, my bedroom door was open. I walked carefully into my room and saw mom had come in and opened the window. I stepped on a t-shrit on the floor and realized it was one I had cum in the other night. I wondered if mom had seen it. Then I turned and saw my lap top was turned on. The laptop was password protected, but I definitely remembered turning it off before I left for the day. Had mom been checking out my room? Had she tried to get online and see where I had been surfing?

Mom was out back drinking a beer and taking in some sun. I asked how she was doing and she said “Fine.” She then said she had ordered a couple of pizza’s and thought that she might go out for a bit after we ate. She didn’t look at me, she kind of spoke toward the house, but she never really looked at me. Rhonda came home just about the time the pizzas came. She grabbed a couple of slices, changed clothes and took off again. Mom left the house about seven and I went to see Julie. I had about six condoms in my room and I took five with me.

Julie wasn’t feeling great and hinted that she was getting her period. So, we watched a movie and then she gave me a hand job. It was her idea and she insisted that she at least do that for me. After the hand job she said I should go and that we’d get together on Sunday. I left, feeling a bit uncertain and more than a little awkward, but Julie assured me it was just he approaching period. We talked on Saturday and on Sunday, but we didn’t get together. She said by Wednesday she’d be over her issues and then we would be able to have more fun.

Mom seemed to avoid Rhonda and I and the house all together. I didn’t see her all weekend. On Sunday morning when mom left the house, Rhonda came running into my room naked and jumped on me. In no time at all we were both naked and I was inside of her. Rhonda was nearly screaming about needing sex. I worried the neighbors would hear, but she didn’t care.

Afterwards, we laid side by side, both of us staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. Finally I said, “We have to be careful. I think mom’s spying on me.”

“You too?” My sister said then groaned, “I’d kill for a cigarette right now.”

“I didn’t think you smoked.”

Rhonda shrugged, “Sometimes. Especially when I’m tense.”

“I thought that was what the sex was for. To relax.” I replied.

Rhonda smiled, “Yeah, that took the edge off.” She elbowed me, “Some girl’s gonna marry you for that cock of yours.”

I grinned, a little embarrassed, then thought about what Rhonda had said. “Mom’s spying on you?”

“Yeah. She had gone through my room about a week ago. Said she was looking for her hair brush.”

“You confronted her on it?”

Rhonda sat up in bed, “I fucking caught her. She was looking at my laptop and digging in my desk.”

“She was in my room, turned my laptop on.”

Rhonda laid back down. “She’s confused about things. I really think I need to talk to her.”

I looked at my sister, she looked young again, younger than me at that moment. Kind of wide-eyed and wistful looking. “I found a couple of dad’s old VHS tapes when I was in high school. I think he was looking for someone who’d be more adventurous.”

Rhonda sat up again. “It wasn’t like kinky stuff, was it?” She shuddered.

“No. Threesomes, some light bondage, anal sex. Stuff like that.”

Rhonda sighed, “Mom wouldn’t have been up for that. I think she was the straight, missionary position and maybe a blowjob type of wife.”

“A long time ago, I remember dad and mom fighting over something that happened and dad said that if she could use her mouth for sucking like she used for talking, she’d be a pro.”

Rhonda stood up from the bed and picked up one of my t-shirts. She pulled the t-shirt on, it hung down to her thighs. “Mom was inexperienced. Dad’s a prick.”

I didn’t know what to think. I rolled to my stomach and into the wet spot on the bed. “Seems like she’s been trying to ‘loosen up’ with those movies she’s got.” I stood up and picked up the cum t-shirt from the floor and wiped the cum and pussy juice off of my cock and thigh.

“She’s still –” Rhonda moaned. “She’s just such a — a stick in the mud. If she’d just loosen up. If she’d let me eat her pussy or let someone eat her pussy she’d be better off.”

I looked at my sister, her nipples standing out through the t-shirt. She looked pretty damn hot. “She’ not you, Rhonda. She’s not going to change.” I moved closer to my sister and hugged her. “God, we’re such a fucked up family.”

Rhonda nuzzled her face into my neck, “You’re horny again.”

I pulled back and looked at her, “What do you expect? We’re talking about sex, you’re standing her looking like — like you’re so — fuckable.”

“You’re funny.” Rhonda pushed me back. I fell back on the bed. Rhonda pulled the t-shirt off. “I was going to get some breakfast, but…”

I dropped the cum t-shirt and Rhonda dropped to her knees in front of me. She took my cock in her hand and started stroking it. “Bet you’d like to see me and mom sixty-nine each other, wouldn’t you?”

I nodded. “I’ve always wanted to have two women at once.”

Rhonda licked my cock. “That’s what every guy wants. How many can say they’ve had their sister and their mom at the same time.”

My cock was fully hard again. I put my hand on the back of Rhonda’s head and pushed her face down to my cock. “Just suck me, sis.”

Rhonda slurped on my cock then pulled back and looked up at me, “You like that idea, don’t you! It turns you on to think about me and mom fucking one another.” She smiled.

I pushed her head back down. “It turns me on to think about you licking mom’s clit while she sucks my cock.”

“Mmmmmm.” Rhonda moaned and pulled off just long enough to say, “That would be so cool.”

“Especially, if she was sucking your pussy juices off my cock.” I said with heavy breath.

Rhonda pulled back and stood over me. “Now my pussy is really wet. You’re going to have to fuck me again.” She had a wild look in her eye as she lowered herself down on to me and started fucking me. Rhonda kissed me hard and then whispered in my ear. “I want to kiss you with mom’s pussy juices on my lips. I want it. I want it.” Rhonda rode me like a crazy woman, “I want to make her cum”. She screamed, continued to ride me until I came shortly after her and then she collapsed on top of me. We laid like that for several minutes, then we heard the front door open. Rhonda jumped off of me and ran out of the room. I got up and shut my bedroom door quietly and crawled back into bed. A few minutes later, I heard mom and Rhonda talking, just a quick conversation then Rhonda was in the shower.

When I went downstairs mom was making breakfast and talking on her cell phone to a friend. It seemed that once again, Rhonda and I had escaped detection. Mom smiled at me and continued what she was doing. Rhonda came down the stairs a few minutes later and said she was going shopping before she went to work. I thought about the conversation Rhonda and I had had regarding mom. I watched her move about the kitchen, her hair tied up with a ribbon, her eyes bright, she had a bounce in her step. It was the first time in a long time that I had seen her seem so carefree. I went into the living room and turned on the television, that conversation seemed so crazy now.

That night Julie was in the full throws of her period and didn’t want to see me. I went for a drive that night and came home around dinner time. Mom was gone, Rhonda was working, I had the house to myself. I got online and searched for the Tigress, but knew I wouldn’t find her. I turned the laptop off just as mom got home. Apparently, she had been out on a date. I heard the guy at the front door asking if he could come in, but she said no. I went to the top of the stairs and saw the guy lean in and kiss mom full on the mouth. As they kissed, his hand came up and massaged her breast. Mom pulled back. “Let’s go slow, Tom.” He leaned in again to kiss her, but she put a hand on his chest and pushed him back. He said something to her, she laughed and shook her head, no. They said goodnight, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and then closed the door.

I came down the stairs. “A date?”

Mom smiled and looked shyly away. “Yes, just a dinner date.”

“He likes you.”

“How much did you see?” She stopped and looked at me as I descended the stairs.

“I just saw you kiss him goodbye and close the door.”

Mom nodded as if that was okay then headed back to the kitchen. “He wanted to come in.”

I looked mom over, she was dressed in a long skirt and a sleeveless top. She looked great. “He must really like you.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

I followed her into the kitchen. She pulled a bottle of chardonnay out of the refrigerator and poured herself a glass. I grabbed a beer. “It must be tough dating again.” I said.

She nodded and sipped the wine. “It’s odd.”

I leaned against the counter and looked her over again, she was wearing a push up bra that caused the tops of her tits to stick out of the v-neck top. “You’ll get the hang of it. It’s good you’re getting out there. I don’t think there’s a lot of good looking women your age out there.”

Mom blushed and gulped her wine. “And you? Are you dating?” She looked away.

“Yeah,” I shrugged, “There’s a girl I met.”

“Good.” Mom looked out the kitchen window. “You can’t just study and stay home all the time.” She looked back at me as if she was going to ask a question then sipped her wine and looked out the window again. “I actually met Tom at the grocery store — I knew him from years ago. I never had to use that website thing.”

“Well, I met Julie in a chat room.”

Mom turned toward me, “Chat room? You met her in a chat room?” Her words were almost an accusation.

I shrunk back, “Yeah, no big deal. Everyone uses them.”

Mom looked down into her wine glass. She seemed suddenly flustered. “Which chat room do you use?”

I gave her the name of one of the basic chat rooms and thought about the fact that she had used chat rooms as well. “It’s a site that a lot of college students go on.” I lied.

She continued to look down into her glass. “You – you have to be careful with those sites, you know.”

“I’m safe. It’s not like I’m using it to — well, to just ‘hook up’.” I lied again.

Mom downed the rest of her wine. “That’s good.” She poured herself a fresh glass keeping her back to me. “I’ve heard stories that people go on there — just for that. To ‘hook up’.”

I looked away, “Yeah, I know. It’s all cool.”

“You know, honey,” mom said softly, “We all do things we’re not exactly proud of, but sometimes we do things because we’re trying to find our way. We’re trying to find what we want and who we are.”

I looked at her oddly, “I suppose.”

“I know I’ve been…out of sorts lately and quiet. I’m just figuring things out. I’m just finding — finding me.” She reached out and patted me on the shoulder, “So, you know, if I’m different or if I seem different or do different things, I’m just trying to… figure things out. Okay?”

I nodded, “Sure mom.” Though, truth was I didn’t know what she was saying. Then mom came closer and hugged me hard.

“I love you, Rick.” She kissed my cheek.

I hugged her back, “I love you, too, mom.”

She pulled away and drank a little wine. “I just…” Her eyes seemed to zero in on my waist. “You just have to live and – and be happy, right?”

Mom and I looked at each other, her eyes were full of questions. Just then Rhonda came through the front door. Mom seemed to breathe a sigh of relief for the intrusion. Rhonda hurried into the kitchen and dug through the refrigerator searching for the left over pizza. Mom and I watched Rhonda inhale a piece of pizza and drink some of mom’s chardonnay right out of the bottle. We did the obligatory small talk, then mom excused herself and poured the remainder of the wine into her glass and went off to her bedroom.

As mom disappeared up the stairs, Rhonda looked to me, “What’s up? How’s she doing?”

“She had a date.”

Rhonda smiled devilishly, “She get laid?”

“He wanted it, but she kind of brushed him off.” I whispered.

Rhonda smiled more, “Good. I don’t want her just jumping into bed with just anyone.”

I considered this for a moment, “I don’t think you have to worry about that. How’s she been? I’ve hardly seen her.”

Rhonda opened the refrigerator again and looked inside, “Good, I guess. She’s been good.”

Something seemed strange, mom’s odd words to me and her avoiding looking me in the eyes, now Rhonda was awkward. “Did you guys talk? Did you clear the air?”

Rhonda moved a couple of things around in the fridge then came out with a couple of pieces of celery and a beer. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Really?” I asked. I wondered how that conversation went. “I mean, you apologized or talked about everything?”

Mike watched Becca walk out the room, her perfect arse wiggling as she went. She stopped at the door and turned, knowing his eyes would be on her.

Even though he’d just cum his cock twitched slightly at the sight of her. Around 5′ 4” she had shapely pert tits, probably a 32C he reckoned. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders covering one of her nipples but the other could be clearly be seen, erect, standing our from her pink areola. She still wore her suspenders and stockings as well as a knowing smile, and also a few splatters of his cum of her cute face.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she purred.

He chuckled , “As if!”

His cock twitched again as she wiped around her mouth and then licked her fingers.

“I want some more of that,” she said looking down at his cock. She swayed out, knowing full well the effect she was having on him.

Mike couldn’t stop grinning as he lay on the bed, still amazed at the turn of events that had just led to one of the hottest experiences he’d had for a long time. And it was still just early afternoon!

He clearly remembered the Saturday afternoon when he’d first ‘met’ Becca. His girlfriend had gone out for the day to meet some friends, despite the fact that they’d barely spent any time together the previous week. He was a bit pissed off and more than a little horny so he’d been browsing a couple of porn sites, hoping to see some nice live sex to help while away the afternoon.

As he was on his own he didn’t have a cam on so was a bit surprised when he got a message.

“Hi, how’s it going?” asked HotBecca84.

“Not bad,” he replied, “the missus is out, so I’m just browsing.”

“Cool, my fella’s at the football game and I’m bored.”

There then followed a bit of flirty chat which he only half concentrated on as he browsed through the live cams but then she sent a pic across. It wasn’t provocative at all, just one of her out with some mates but her sexy smile drew him in. It was as if she knew a secret that no one else did. The fact that she looked really hot helped but it was that smile that he would start to see in his dreams.

“Wow.”

“You like?”

“Very much so, ur one foxy lady.” (not the smoothest chat up in the world he realised messaging didn’t allow for much eloquence!)

“TY ” was the reply

They chatted and flirted a bit more and then Becca had to go but that was the start of a beautiful cyber relationship.

Over the next few months they chatted fairly regularly. Mike worked away a lot and chatting to Becca certainly helped to pass many an evening stuck in a hotel room and she posted enough pics that he was pretty sure she was real and not some cyber freak. Each pic was hotter than the last, from her bent over wearing just a thong to a shot of her lying on a beech wearing a skimpy pink bikini.

When she’d posted that she’d asked,

“Do my pics get u hard?”

“Well I’m imagining rubbing lotion over that firm body and sliding my hand into that bikini so what do u think?!”

“Stroke ur cock for me and describe what u want to do with me.”

Being a gentleman Mike obliged! He couldn’t remember the last time he came that hard from a wank.

Pretty soon he was fantasizing about her when he was shagging his girlfriend. Imagining it was Becca’s lips on his cock or her bent over in front of him, looking over her shoulder with a knowing smile as he pounded her from behind. It wasn’t that his sex life was bad far from it, but somehow she’d got in his head.

Then one night when they were in the middle of a bit of dirty chat and Becca said,

“I want you here in the flesh so I can sit on that hard cock.”

“Nothing I’d like more! ”

“We’ll have to meet,” she said.

Slightly surprised but thinking it was part of the game Mike replied, “Well I’m working away in down south in a few weeks and staying there for the weekend. Come on down.”

There was a long pause and the Becca typed,

“Not sure I can make it; it’ll be difficult to get away.”

Mike was a bit surprised, it seemed like she had really considered it!

And then few days later he got a message.

“I’ve sorted it out. I’m coming.”

Mike’s heart raced when he first read the words but then he calmed a bit. He certainly hoped she’d come down but didn’t want to get his hopes up too much. It seemed too good to be true. But over the next week they chatted a few times more and Becca kept mentioning meeting up, even going so far as to tell Mike that she’d bought a new set of sexy undies. This was on top of the stockings and suspenders and a pink thong that she also discussed in great detail!

By this time Mike was working down south and as he was working there for a couple of weeks he’d had work book a self contained flat. It worked out a bit cheaper and it was pure coincidence that it was also ideal for a dirty weekend! As the week progressed every evening he wondered would she really turn up? Whilst he hoped she would realistically he didn’t expect it – these things didn’t happen in real life did they?

Friday night came around and after a long day working Mike was in the shower and playing through possible scenarios in his head up. There was a full size mirror opposite the shower and as he caught site of himself Mike grinned.

Regardless whether Becca turned up he’d do his best to make sure he had company in here tomorrow! He was still in good nick. 5’10″ but with broad shoulders and whilst not as cut as he’d been a few years ago he still had well defined muscles and hadn’t gone to seed like a lot of his mates.

Whilst his cock might not get him the starring role in a porn film he’d never had a complaint about it! He could comfortably get one hand on top of the other on it as he wanked and it was thick enough that some ladies could only just get their hand around it and they had to be pretty good to get all of him in their mouths. All in all he was still a pretty good catch! He went out that evening, had a few beers and then an early night, nerves and excitement gone – whatever happened would happen.

And then it was Saturday. Mike had given Becca the name of a pub just round the corner from where he was staying so they could meet safely and suggested they meet at 12.30. He also passed on his mobile number. He’d not had a reply to that which probably wasn’t a good sign! He finished a bit of work on his laptop in the morning and then started reading, pretending that he wasn’t watching the clock. 12 pm passed, then 1pm and then it got to half past.

“Oh well, it always seemed too good to be true,” he thought and decided to head out for some food. Then his phone buzzed. A text was there from an unknown number.

“I’m here.”

Mike’s heart raced. Could it be true?! He left the left flat and walked across to the pub and there she was! She was sat at a table smiling the smile he dreamed about. She was wearing a long coat, unfortunately done up to keep out the chill February weather so he couldn’t see her figure. She was wearing a pair of kick ass boots and nylons (tights or stockings?!).

He couldn’t remember what they talked about for the next 30 minutes. They started with inconsequential things such as “Bad traffic, I can’t believe you came, and you look great,” and then just seemed to click. Becca seemed at ease so after they’d finished their drinks Mike suggested they go and grab some food and asked if Becca wanted to dump her bag at the flat. This was it – would she agree to stay?

“Cool, I could do with freshening up and I want to change out of this coat. It was raining when I left home.”

Just a few minutes later they were in the flat. “Bathrooms there, chuck me your coat and I’ll hang it up. I’ll put your bag in here out the way,” Mike said as he headed into the bedroom.

He turned to grab her coat and paused, absolutely gobsmacked. The coat was on the ground and Becca was stood there wearing a lace bra, black thong, stockings, suspenders, the boots and nothing else! She’d been sat in the pub like that (and as Mike later found out she had driven from the last motorway services wearing just that, with her coat wide open)!

The pics he’d seen just didn’t do her justice. She was toned but still curvy and totally as hot as hell. His cock stiffened instantly.

“I’d ask if you liked what you see but I think I can guess the answer,” she said grinning as she stared at the now very visible bulge in Mikes’ trousers.

“Fuck me!” he exclaimed in amazement.

Moving towards him with a sway to her hips Becca said “I intend to!”

As she came towards him Becca was already reaching for his belt, “you’re too overdressed mister!”

She undid the buckle as Mike chucked his jacket off. By the time he had his T-shirt over his head she had her hand inside his trousers and had gripped his cock. Mike shivered slightly at her touch. Deciding to take control a bit he stepped back slightly so he could pull his jeans and socks off. He paused as he drank in the view.

Dark hair cascading over her shoulders, the tops of her breasts were visible above the lace bra, and he could clearly see her erect nipples through the thing gauze. She was trim, without being skinny, she had her belly button pierced and he could see a tattoo stretching across her hip. Her legs where slightly apart and he could make out the curve of her lips through her thong, suggesting she was shaven. The boots just set off the whole effect perfectly. If it was possible his cock got even harder from just drinking in her beauty for a couple of seconds.

She seemed like she was about to say something but Mike stepped forward and kissed her gently on the mouth with a hand pushing her hair to the side and caressing her neck. They kissed long and deep and he felt her shudder under his hand.

Their tongues caressed and then pushed harder against each other as their passions rose, moving with more urgency as the kiss went on. Her hand was on his chest. She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the firm muscle of his pecs then she moved her hand up and across his shoulder and arm.

Mike pulled her closer, his other hand starting at the top of her shoulder and then moving down her back, stroking her as he pulled her against him. His every nerve seemed heightened. He could feel the fabric of her bra against his chest, the skin of their stomachs met as he pulled her in.

His cock by now was upright and the head stuck out above his boxers and he felt it touch the cold metal of her belly button piercing. His hand was on her arse now feeling the firm flesh, touching her skin as the thong left most of it exposed; they still kissed urgently, pushing hard into each other.

Then Mike broke the kiss, they both stood slightly out of breath as if they’d been running, staring into each other’s eyes knowing something special was happening. There didn’t seem a need for words. Mike bent down slightly and picked her up, she gasped in surprise as he turned and sat her on the desk in the corner. He pulled her to the edge and bent in to kiss her again. Her legs hooked behind his back as she pulled him in to grind the head of his cock against her pussy, all that was between them was the thin fabric of her knickers.

He moved to kiss her neck (unzipping her boots as he did so – they looked sexy as hell but he was worried about those heels and his bare flesh!) his hands moving along the sides of her breasts, across her stomach and round her back. He then moved one hand to cup her breast, gently squeezing and toying with her nipple. Sliding his hand up her shoulder he moved the strap down so he could expose her breast and then he ran his mouth down her neck towards it, kissing, licking and gently nipping.

He played with her nipple between his lips and moved his mouth around it, alternating between kissing her tit and flicking her nipple with his tongue, his hand was on her other one stroking and caressing. She felt fantastic and judging from the way she pushed her tits towards him Becca liked it too!

She reached behind herself and undid the bra, exposing them both to his hungry eyes. He took the chance to pull his boxers down – hic cock now standing proud and free. She reached out with both hands and stoked him, teasing her nails along the underside of his shaft. “Nice,” she said smiling.

Keeping control Mike moved back in, his hands moving across her tits and down her belly, his mouth following. (Her tattoo looked like it was Latin – sexy and a classical education?!) He pulled her to the edge of the desk and caressed the inside of her thighs, running his hands along her toned legs

Moving back up and nuzzling the thin fabric of her thong. She arched her back, whether inviting him or in pleasure Mike wasn’t certain but he took the chance to slide her knickers down her legs and off.

She was definitely fully shaven, he could clearly see her lips glistening and inviting. He moved his hand to caress them, feeling how moist she was, and gently rubbed her clit. She shivered and closed her eyes. He bent down closer to her and slid his fingers inside, kissing around her and then moving his tongue over her clit. She moaned.

He pushed the tip of his tongue against her, gently moving across her hard bud. He curved his fingers towards him inside her moving his index finger, looking for her G spot. She moaned louder.

“Fuck yes,” she panted

He kept his fingers there gently rubbing as his mouth teased and toyed with her clit, alternating between licking, flicking his tongue. She started to get more vocal and he could feel her muscles tense slightly so he moved to a regular motion with his tongue on her clit and his fingers rubbing. He lost track of time; 5 minutes, 10? He was lost in the moment and so was she.

“Oh God, yes… yes, Mike,” she shuddered.

Her hands where in his hair, pulling his head onto her. She moaned and writhed as she came. He lapped up her juices up and nuzzled into her. She pulled him up and looked deep into his eyes.

“God I’ve been looking forward to that all morning.”

Mike grinned, “Glad I could help!”

He then slowly pulled his fingers out of her pussy; she shuddered again in pleasure and looked on with a smile as he licked her juices off his fingers.

“Your turn,” she said, standing up and pushing him back onto the bed. She pushed at his chest firmly till he lay down.

“Oh, hold on one second,” Becca said as she reached into her bag and got out a packet of condoms. “We’ll get around to these later,” she said smiling.

She straddled him and rubbed her hands across his chest feeling his muscles beneath the wiry hair. He moved his hands up from her thighs across her sides and squeezed her tits but she grabbed his hands and held them down above his head.

“You just lie there for now.”

She leant forward and gave him a long lingering kiss. Her breasts tight against his body, His cock throbbed between them, pressing into her belly. She slowly started moving downwards, alternating between kissing his chest and moving her tits over him. He could fell her nipples rub across him and the soft feel of her flesh and caress of her hair.

His skin felt electric, her every touch resonating through his nerves. She was kissing and licking his belly, deliberately avoiding his hard dick it seemed, moving around it, only her hair briefly touching it.

She worked her way around to his thighs, stroking and kissing and then flicked her tongue over his balls. Mike moaned in pleasure. She took one in her lips, gently rolling and kissing it as she finally took hold of his cock. She moved her head up slowly, running her tongue over the base of his shaft. Once, twice. He involuntarily twitched at the sensation of her tongue on him.

Becca moved her head back up to his stomach, gently biting him but this time she rubbed her tits across his balls and then nestled his cock in between them. She looked at him and smiled and then moved up and down slightly rubbing his dick in between her soft breasts. Pre-cum was oozing out of his cock but she seemed to like that, using her tits to spread it around to help him glide between them

He could feel her breath on his cock and while he was having a great time he willed her to just move it down. She kept going for a few seconds, knowing she was driving him wild and then she took him in her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” Mike breathed.

She held the head of his cock in her mouth and moved her tongue around it. She had one hand at the base of his shaft slowly moving up and down, her hand just nicely encircling him. She alternated between deep movements of her head with gentle sucks and licks around his engorged head. Not settling into a rhythm just yet but teasing him and seeing what gave him pleasure. Pretty much everything she was doing to be honest!

She moved her other hand to stroke his balls and occasionally would move her head to lick his sack and suck on his balls, moving her hand up and down the full length of his shaft as she did so. Rubbing her thumb across his end and spreading his pre-cum. She sat up slightly and put both hands on his cock, moving them both together, watching the pleasure evident in his face.

Then she bent and took him deep into her mouth till there was only an inch or two of his shaft visible. She moved her head up and down, getting him deeper into her mouth every time and increasing the speed.

The sensation was incredible. He’d had really good blow jobs in the past but this was amazing. She moved one hand onto his shaft that grabbed him and stoked in time with her head bobbing up and down. She paused occasionally but swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, never letting up with the pleasure.

“That is fucking amazing,” he gasped and if anything she moved deeper down onto him at the sound of his obvious pleasure and fully took him into her mouth. He was so close and moved his hand onto her shoulder to let her know but she just carried on. Sucking and pumping his hard cock till finally he came.

One burst, a second then another, she didn’t take her head away and he kept cumming into her mouth. Finally he stopped spurting, it seemed like an age but had probably only been a second or two of one of the most intense orgasms he had ever had. She slowly moved her mouth away, gently stroking and licking him, smiling as he twitched in pleasure. He could see some of his cum on her chin and cheek from where she hadn’t been able to swallow it all.

“As good as you’d imagined?”

“Better!”

“There’s more where that came from sweetie. Back in a minute.”

She stood up and headed for the bedroom door grabbing something from her bag as she did. He watched her leave.

Don got to the airport late but was glad to see he was not the only one as at least four others were rushing to the check-in counter right with him. The ticket agents must have been in an exceptionally good mood as they actually escorted the small group of tardy passengers through the airport straight to the waiting plane. The very pleasant fight attendant cordially welcomed Don and the rest of them on-board.

As Don made his way down the aisle to his seat and took off his coat, he looked around the plane. Although it had a fairly small cabin, he was pleased to find it wasn’t a packed flight. It would make for a nice quiet trip. No one was even on the other side of the aisle.

Until…

A woman walked in just before the plane doors closed. He watched as she strode down the aisle and took the window seat across from his. As the latecomer got situated, Don did an innocent double take in looking her way. She was an attractive blonde, hard not to notice twice or even three times. She was smartly dressed in a pressed gray skirt and matching jacket. The nearly plain business attire looked good on her though and he watched as she laid her small brief case on the seat and proceeded to take her jacket off. He couldn’t help peering over the aircraft emergency card he had in his hand to catch a glimpse of her long, very long, legs extending out from the rather modest skirt that fell to just above her knees. Moreover, as she stretched back to remove the coat, her breasts, although not overly large thrust out proudly through her white silk blouse. She turned and leaned over to lay it on the seat next to her.

Suddenly he realized her eyes met his stare.

Don’s eyes locked to hers before he could nonchalantly turn away like so many other times he’d done when looking at a pretty woman. He lowered the emergency card from his face and gave her a warm smile. It was all he could do after being caught ogling. But instead of getting a glaring stare from an irate female the beautiful stranger actually smiled back at him before taking her seat.

He couldn’t believe what he had just done. He felt guilty for his brief, but obvious leering gaze. He shook his head, put the emergency card back in the pouch before him and pulled out the airline magazine, then settled back in his seat and absently flipped through the pages.

Moments after takeoff a movement out of the corner of Don’s eye made him look over toward his row mate. He looked over and saw her lift her small briefcase into her lap. She opened it and rummaged through some papers and folders until she pulled out a yellow legal pad and sat the briefcase back on the seat next to her. He couldn’t help but continue to gaze over at her as she sat and furiously wrote notes on the pad. She was fascinating him even to the point of he couldn’t help noticing her fingers and how long and sexy they looked. For some reason he began to think of how those fingers must look typing away on a keyboard.

That very thought evoked very fond memories of his forays into the Literotica chat room. He had begun chatting a little over two years ago. In that time he had found a favorite lady friend on the other end of the internet, her Lit name was ‘FineWine’. Her real name was Sheri. Don had always pictured Sheri’s fingers gliding across her keyboard as they chatted long into many a steamy night.

Don sighed at the sweet memory. It had been nearly two weeks since they had chatted. His laptop was not working on this trip so he had not been able to connect with her from his hotel room. All this reminiscing of Sheri had brought about a rather noticeable stiffness below his seat belt. He grinned to himself and casually nudged his hard-on with his elbow.

After awhile his sexy fellow passenger caught his attention once again as she put her legal pad back into her briefcase. As Don watched, she closed the briefcase and stood with it in her hands. From behind his magazine now he saw as she stretched up to put it away in the overhead storage bin. She stretched so far she pulled the tail of her blouse out from one side of her skirt. Don felt himself inhale deeply at the sight of tanned skin in the gap between skirt and blouse. He held his breath and bit his lower lip as she proceeded to tuck it back in with her long fingers disappearing under the belt and waist of that pressed gray material.

“Well, that’s enough work for one day,” he heard her whisper to herself as she turned to sit back down.

“My thoughts exactly,” Don replied from his side of the aisle.

“What? Oh, I’m sorry.” The blonde stranger more fell than sat back into her seat, obviously startled by his remark.

“No, no, that’s okay I wasn’t resting.” Don assured her. “I probably will here soon, it has been a long day. And you are right that was enough for one day.”

“Always deadlines.” She said as she buckled back in. “I think I’ll take a nap myself.”

With that, she fluffed up her tiny airline pillow, reclined the seat back and turned toward the window.

Don couldn’t help but continue to admire the comely woman sitting only a few feet away. He just tried to be less obvious about it. She was radiating something sensual, which he knew would arouse most men’s thoughts. Only, as he thought of the translucent blue eyes he had just connected with for the second or third time, he realized it was more than a feeling of lust for him. At least it was not a lust just for this blonde stranger. He daydreamed about another pair of beautiful blue eyes, ones he had never actually set his eyes upon.

Sheri had blue eyes, so she had told him during their chats. They hadn’t ever exchanged pictures since they met last winter. Actually, he had never really ‘met’ her. They had struck up a very cordial and evocative relationship during those first couple of months on Lit. They first shared their stories and poems with one another and moved on to exchanging information about their families and work. They quickly became very comfortable with one another. So they had become good on-line friends before they became ‘cyber-lovers’. He couldn’t remember who was first to introduce cyber-sex into their late night chat sessions. But even in ‘cybering’ they hit it off from the very beginning. They got off on one another at least two to three times a week for awhile there in early spring. He experienced more satisfaction after a good cyber with Sheri than he had with any other woman on-line.

One late evening in June, they took their relationship to a whole new level. Don was on another business trip and while they were cybering, Sheri sent him a note:

FineWine: Why don’t you call me?

At first Don thought it was part of the role playing they were into, but then he realized they were pretending to be on a beach in Hawaii in the latest sexy on-line romp of theirs. He typed back:

And with that began their heated and very satisfying phone-sex liaisons. From there it turned into a weekly routine for him to call Sheri early in the morning, to rouse her, to arouse them both. He enjoyed talking to her, her voice was so calming, so sensual, and oh so stimulating.

They had ‘graduated’ to calling one another months ago, but during this last trip of his they had not been able to catch up with one another. The sound of her voice had been a quiet reassurance in his busy life. She was also capable of getting him fully aroused at the very first syllable she spoke over the phone. Her voice had done that to him from that first night in his hotel, as he lay under the sheets, naked, listening to her talk him through his first phone-sex orgasm. He could still remember the huge geyser of cum she had spurred him to that night.

In fact, he knew he could not go long without hearing her voice again. He would call her in the morning after he got back home. That voice was so familiar to him. He could still hear it in his head, so much so he could feel the all too familiar stiffness in his briefs once again.

But as he watched his blonde stranger, her head lying so comfortably on the pillow, it made him drowsy. He tossed the magazine onto the aisle seat next to him and settled back in the soft upholstery. He closed his eyes and thought about Sheri as he drifted off…

Suddenly the plane hit a pocket of turbulence. It jolted him out of his erotic slumber.

“Oh!” He heard the almost strained squeal from across the aisle.

He looked over at his lovely stranger. She caught his gaze as she sat there rigid in her seat looking very nervous.

“I’ve not flown much. Don’t deal with bumpy rides very well.” She rambled.

“What?” Don sat up in his seat. He heard her but he found himself looking into those piercing blue eyes of hers as he came down off the sexy high he had created dreaming of his sexy Sheri. “I’m just a nervous wreck.” His blonde plane companion said just before another severe bump of the plane shook them. “Oh, my God!”

The seat belt signs came on as she gripped the armrests even tighter.

“Ladies and gentleman, this is the Captain. It looks as if we’ll have a short stint of bumpy air. Please stay in your seats with those seat belts buckled. We’ll get through it as quickly as we possibly can. Thank you.”

“It’s just a few bumps. Nothing to worry about.” Don said as he continued to peer into those wonderful blue eyes and face framed by the loveliest blonde hair. She so reminded him of…

“I suppose. But it sure is nerve wracking.” He watched her luscious red lips move, but it was like he had just heard her voice for the first time.

He knew that voice! He looked at the blonde hair, the blue eyes…

“Sheri?”

“Uh yes?” The look on her face was one of astonishment rather than terror now. “How do you know my name?”

“Would you, uh, happen to be ‘FineWine’ Sheri?” Don haltingly asked.

His blonde stranger abruptly relaxed her body. Her jaw dropped and her mouth opened wide as she stared back at him in silence.

“I’m ‘Ready7′.” Don said barely loud enough for her to hear.

“You! Is that you, Don?” Sheri’s face slowly softened, a slight grin began to appear on her lips.

“Yes.” Don stared at the lovely face. “Yes it is, Sheri.” His voice cracked when he realized the woman he was addressing now really was his on-line chat friend and cyber lover. His eyes widened. “How, – where, what are you doing here?”

Just then, another sudden jolt of turbulence hit.

“Oh my God!” Sheri called out again as her body tensed to its former rigid posture and she grasped the armrests.

Don didn’t flinch nor did he lose his gaze toward this woman. For all he could do was remember the ‘OMG’s she always typed on the chat line when she was in the heavy throes of orgasm. He smiled broadly at that thought now. The intense sensations of their chats and phone conversations came flooding back into his mind and body.

“May I come over there?” Don asked, seeing her still gripping the armrests to the point of white-knuckle tension.

“Oh, please. Yes do.” Sheri nervously smiled at him.

Don got up and moved to the aisle seat next to her. He buckled himself in, just before another jolt.

“Don!” Sheri leaned into his shoulder and grabbed his arm.

Just naturally, Don felt the need to put his arm around her shoulders; he did so and held her tight. Sheri snuggled herself even closer as he slipped his hand down slightly from her hair to stroke her neck. He looked at her face and his fingers played with her blonde hair.

“I haven’t talked to you in almost two weeks. When and, well, how did you get here?” Don said as he looked again upon the face he had only been able to fantasize about all these months.

“Actually, I was just passing through. My flights changed twice. They got me on this one at the last minute, so I can make another connection to get a hop back home.”

“I’m glad…” Don whispered, his honest emotions coming out. “I mean, I’m not glad you got bumped twice, but that by some fate, we finally get to meet one another…in person.”

“I’m very glad too.” Sheri smiled up at him.

“I really feel like we’ve known one another for so long. I thought if this day ever came I’d be nervous as all hell. But I’m not nervous. I’m actually so comfortable right now.” He caressed the back of her hand, then looked at her hair; the blonde hair. It made him remember the blonde ponytail she teased him about all the time. She had said one night over the phone that a good ponytail came in handy for a guy to hold onto while a girl gave him a really good blow-job. She had gotten him off to that scene more than a few times after that.

Then another jolt of turbulence hit the airplane.

Sheri gripped his arm tighter and settled her head back into his shoulder. “I’m just so glad to finally meet you for real.”

Don was dumbfounded by the presence of his friend, his fantasy, who, until a few minutes earlier he had thought had been a total half a country away. He was also becoming very distracted by the feel of his cyber-lover’s breath on his neck. His other hand moved unconsciously in the semi-darkness until he found himself caressing Sheri’s arm. When those lovely blue eyes stared up at him he knew it was real. The eyes were soft and her pupils were dilated. Sheri was here, the vision he’d been fantasizing over all these months.

He couldn’t help himself now. He had to do more than just stroke her arm. He raised the armrest from between them and with his left arm still around her shoulder he slipped his right down over her thigh. She made no effort to discourage him, so he gradually eased his hand into a position where he could massage her inner thigh just below the hem of her skirt. She snuggled still closer and started stroking his leg now, fairly innocently at first near his knee. Her wiggling in her seat caused her skirt to ride up and allowed him more bare thigh to stroke and caress.

“Wait!” Sheri suddenly whispered. She pulled away and then bent down to retrieve a blanket from the floor. She then methodically covered their laps with the thin blue material, smoothing it across their thighs. “Now that’s better.”

Don smiled at Sheri and she smiled back. Her bright smile in the dim light glimmered in the middle of a radiantly beautiful face. His hand never left her leg in all that rearranging and he now found himself boldly stroking further up her thigh, working under the hem of her skirt as if it were not even there. He was pleased to find warmer, smoother, bare skin above.

Sheri sighed and parted her legs slightly when his hand moved along the last smooth inches until his fingers at last brushed gently against a thin damp fabric. Don was suddenly filled with the excitement and anticipation of reaching a much sought after target. He had reached out and met this point virtually many times over while typing away on his keyboard or whispering in Sheri’s ear over the phone. But now it was for real. Really for real! He could hear the closeness of her breathing, heavy and steady. It was not a panting over the phone this time, but her breath was live and wafting over his neck.

As his fingertip tapped against her panty, Sheri sucked in a deep breath while her hand squeezed his leg hard. He was the one to tense in his seat this time. But Sheri leaned in to him, lifting her face to barely an inch before his. She licked, and then pursed her lips. Don kissed her.

All these months they had ‘cyber-kissed’ so many times, in so many ways. All these months he knew he had truly felt her lips on his. But now they really were. They kissed softly, gently, but ever so passionately. Don exercised as much self-control as he could muster as he felt the exquisite sensation of her hand gently exploring him. In turn, he was able to stroke the warm downy softness through her wet panties, so wet he could sense the incredibly inviting slipperiness of her sex. His two fingers gently massaged as Sheri clung to him more tightly and her thighs shuddered around his hand.

Their mouths meshed and tongue swirled over tongue.

What they were doing was naughty enough, Don knew, in an airplane even only half full of people. But he was already thinking of how they could remove enough clothes necessary for them to couple in the way they were both obviously craving. He knew he had to find release, he assumed Sheri shared the same passion the way she was kissing him. They had not built up those desires just over the last few moments, but rather over the last two weeks of being ‘separated’ from their on-line loving.

If her actions told of her sexual frenzy, they indeed both felt the same thing. But how could they satisfy their urgent needs?

With other passengers just a few feet away and a cabin crew occasionally wandering back and forth through the cabin, they couldn’t easily strip off even the essentials and start making mad passionate love without creating an on board sensation. Only nothing else seemed to matter except that overpowering urge he had to get passed clothes and unyielding aircraft seats.

Sheri broke their kiss and whispered. “Wait here a second.” She gave Don another gentle squeeze on his thigh then unbuckled. She got up, smoothed down her gray business skirt and climbed around him. Sheri smiled back at him as she strolled casually to the front of the cabin and the lavatory.

Don sat and pondered what had just happened. One minute a woman, a hot blooded woman was in his arms. The next she was off to the bathroom. As his heart still raced he remembered a close friend of his had told him how he and his wife had done nasty things in an airplane lavatory once. It was possible he figured. Only it seemed to be a very uncomfortable setting and one less fit for romantic passion than raw dirty lust. His heart beat in his ears as if telling him he could easily stoop to the latter at that moment.

His manhood strained unbearably in the confines of his briefs.

However, right at that moment the pretty young flight attendant strolled down the narrow aisle. He pulled the airline blanket back over his lap. He had no doubt that between her, or the passengers that hadn’t nodded off on this red-eye flight, would notice a couple sneaking off for such an obvious interlude. He was horny as all get out, but not sure he could bring himself to make that much of a scene.

Before he could reconcile that thought though, Sheri emerged from the forward lavatory. As she walked back, she picked up another blanket from one of the empty seats. She slid in between him and the seat back before him, her backside covered in that snug skirt flashed by within inches of his face. She sat down, then immediately covered them with both blankets now, before she snuggled back against Don.

“Okay, where were we?” Sheri whispered and raised her lips to his once again. In the semi-darkness Don’s hand went right back to where it had been moment’s earlier. His fingers crawled back up under her gray skirt, retracing the steps he’d taken to her wet, panty-covered sex. He crooked his finger and pointed it inward ready to press into the thin fabric to see how far he could stretch them.

When his fingertip felt the damp tuft of Sheri’s pubic hair instead, he broke from there kiss and froze. With widened eyes and his heart rate upped another notch, he stared down at his seat mate.

“No undies Don.” Sheri looked up into his eyes with a very lusty grin. “Like I’ve always told you, I rarely wear panties. Flying on an airplane is one of the few times, but their gone now.”

Don swallowed hard and his fingers drifted on to stroke gently along the warm and noticeably damp cleft. His imagination had always told him this first touch would be extremely electric. This touch however was beyond ecstatic! His whole body, not just his fingertips, felt the touch of her skin, the moistness of her sex. His finger delved between the wetness of her nether lips. But he was impatient as he deliberately continued up, sought and found her tiny pleasure spot. Just as the tip of his finger tapped that unseen but all so familiar little pink bud…